the end of the world part 1 (the original)

The houses were still. No switch was left switched Even the dogs knew not to bark. The street lights and the candles in the windows were the only light given. The cool breeze came knocking on the door. Life was still. The children lay silent in there beds. Knowing just one small sound could bring down a city. They knew better then to even whisper. At 1:13am on hill street, in house 137 1/2, which was not house 137, which people often confused, lay a boy and a girl passing notes back and forth. They spoke of adventures. Times better before the current situation. They spoke of sand and beaches and dragons. They spoke of berries and seagulls. They cried. At approximately 2:18 am it happened. The town siren started to go off. A;; the adults in all the town started to panic. Meetings were called, issues and resolutions were discussed. A plan was set forth for life after the end of the world. Shops were boarded up and telephone wires were cut. They waited. and waited. As the sun began to rise, the children filled the streets. The world had not ended. Nor did anything remotely bad happen. Freedom had begun to take over the children. They began to dance at the hope for a better world.

the end.

The end of the world part 10.

Its half past midnight. The light sneaks past the window shade and begins to get stronger. Our faces begin to heat up like never before. My hands find comfort in your pockets. Its like everything we have ever thought was lying in that dark room with us. We were being suffocated by endless conversations with endless strangers. This is the end I thought. This is where I fall.

There are 15 left.

In a moment it happened. Sitting on our bed at approximately 15 minutes to midnight we feel endless into a place. You are the face between the face. You are a factor of hope that divides us from each other. We are nothing without you.

There are 15 minutes left to go. Without saying anything at all we felt our fingers run across each others face. You have 12 freckles. You have 2 wrinkles around your mouth and your skin is as soft as it could be. The windows cracked a little bit. I can feel the warm summer nights breeze come sneaking in the room. Your cloths sit un floded in a pile on your orange chair. I hate thst stuipd chair. It reminds me of everything you never wanted to be but became anyway. Its the stories you tell. Its mostly the one about you hating this material world. About conforming to a less "trendy" situation. You are what you hate. That orange chair is everything you never want to be all wrapped up in a nice orange suit.

lights and couch.

poles and planes.

ducks.

At some point yesterday.

welcome to the last moment i figured you'd want to be here. I'm lost in the middle of nothing and everything. i can smell your cigarettes and your missing feelings. I know you meant more then this. Your the reason I'm dieing and the reason I'm forgetting why i was here to begin with! At some point we will be all alone and my battery was dead, i swear.