The Last Day

Authors Note: What do you think it would be like if you lived through the end of the world? Nobody knows what it would be like to see an awful kind of tragedy like this, but I for one, have sure had my own ideas. This piece showcases what I think the end of the world might be like, and what feelings I may encounter.


Tears are slowly dribbling down my cheeks, a sharp pang of sadness fills my body. I can feel my dying heart sag and drop down into my stomach, a sick feeling lingering through my system. I know that everything is over, I’ll never be able to live the life I’ve dreamt of. All of my beautiful dreams have washed away and are completely gone. I stand here helpless, as if I were a tiny bunny unable to see, hear, or hardly move at all. My family is huddled in the corner of our backyard, trying to hold in their own tears. They ultimately fail, for they begin bawling over the horrific dilemma. Life has been very grim for the past couple of days, and things have been going from bad to worse. But the day has come for our pain to end.

People are scattered throughout town, screaming with terror from the fact that there won’t be such thing as a tomorrow. Most families are just trying to stay together and feel some sort of safety, maybe even live through one more joyful moment. But for the most part, the world is filled with chaos.

All of a sudden a loud, yet low rumbling sound interrupts the conversation of people across the Earth and a storm begins to form. It starts dividing the world into tiny pieces, now scattered across the galaxy. I stare up into my parents’ eyes, the feeling of fear showcased in my expression. Even though this tragedy is occurring, they still look brave and assure me that it is all right, as long as we are together.

An obnoxious cracking sound strikes our eardrums and the edge of the earth begins to disappear at a vigorous speed. I feel my father’s hand slip into mine. His hand is so cold, it makes another tear fall from my eye socket. The wild hurricane travels closer and closer to our frightened bodies and just before it reaches us, my father leaps into the air., yanking me along with him. Falling towards this terrifying storm, I give one last glance at my little house down below, and then turn to face the ruckus. Then, the darkness of the storm swallows me up, and the world completely ends.