It was on the 21st of December the year 2012 that the world ended.
The reason wasn’t nuclear war, the wrath of a god or a second
coming, it wasn’t the alien invasion that a small part of the population had hoped for nor a zombie infestation as a slightly larger part wished. The
earth certainly didn’t split, so tentacles would emerge and rampage
as a fringe part of population had dreamt (a smaller subgroup thought that
the tentacles would emerge only at the area of Japan and attack
specifically and exclusively female students).
It was the hope and fear of us all that did the trick.
People missed work on that day and so nothing really worked;
that surprised some people whose outmost fear was that without them manning their posts the end of all would really come. They stayed home and under the
fear of death they saw their lives as never before, some of them
admitted to themselves that their lives sucked and found the courage to
abandon their old lives even for few hours before the end of all, some
realized for the first time how blessed they were (they knew how happy
their lives were before but never truly understood it) and become
contend with what they had, some realized the pain that they had spread
and some of them were crushed under its weight while others changed (or
try to change) their mindset and atone for their sins. There were of
course those that ignored the whole thing but those people ignore every
think around them and thus manage to stay unimportant in the flow of
history.
Then came the 22nd.
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