Worldisending Histoires

It's the end of the world as we know it. No place for romance- or so you might think! This one of my first romance short story- sorry if it is bad T-T

A story about a boy named Daniel and his struggle to survive a zombie apocalypse!

The world was ending. There was no question- no way to be oblivious to the inevitable doom to come to the very planet that has kept the race going for years upon years. Each step was like the Earth was shifting on its axis, maybe it was. The weather was crazier than ever. It could be snowing one minute, then bearing down on everyone with forceful heat. The scientists thought that they could change it. I simply sat there, listening to the news while laughing. Everyone thinks you can stop the inevitable. You can’t. Scientists think their new plan will save the human race- I think turning people into fully functioning robots is just another science experiment. They’re waiting for the Guinea Pigs to roll in so they can test their newly found toy. It made me burn with rage- either that or it was the heat coming full force again, it’s hard to tell. Sure- I’m scared. Who wouldn’t be? Death is cruel, just like life. No way out, though. Someone should tell the scientists that. They probably wouldn’t even listen, knowing how oblivious majority of them are. Oblivious to the fact that the end of the human race is inevitable.

We all live on earth... Trees, ocean, love, it's our home but the world is slowly ending. Lucky for all the people, there is another planet that we all would survive on. The problem is the world is almost done colliding with the big fire star, known as our sun. Everyone has to act fast or else the population will go to 0. Will everyone make it? Or will it be a fail? READ TO FIND OUT!

The world is ending. We are the destroyers. Surrounded by machines. Plagiarized by evil human beings, comparing our selves to one another. Young teenagers criticizing their every flaw following deep tunnels of depression. Young adults drowning in chemicals that poison their bodies and only temporarily numb the pain. Older generations shaking heads as they are thankful that they will not need to stick around much longer. The world is ending and we are watching it crumble to pieces. Fuel to a fire, propane to heat, people to ashes, grass to skyscrapers. We are the generation of destroyers. We are the destroyers of all generations.