Free day tomorrow. Two exams left, the gauntlet is almost finished.
This story took me a few days to write, mainly because I doubt just how good it really is...
Well, read and let me know (I've set comments to public, so that even strangers can comment)


"You know, I really think this is the end..."
Marcee looked out of the window. The sky was blood red, the streets deserted. The dim red light filtered through the curtains when she closed them.
"Really? What makes you think that?" she said sarcastically.
"I mean, we've been holed up inside here for three days. Surely it has to end soon, right?" Marc said. She didn't really like him, but a companion was better than none in this madness that was Armageddon.
She stood up, the chair scraping loudly. Marc winced at the noise.
"Look, if it would come down here because we made a racket, then it would have done it already," she snapped. She put her fist against her forehead, closing her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you...I'm sure you know that this whole thing has me on edge right now."
"It's...it's okay..."
Four days ago, the sun went out. For thirty-seconds the world was plunged into darkness. Suddenly, a large black orb with two rings of glowing red energy replaced the now absent sun. People immediately knew that World's End had commenced. Luckily, Marcee was inside when it happened. The rings of energy had shot out and grabbed two people at a time, pulling them into the black orb. Non-surprisingly, and almost like a bad cliche, all communication had ceased with the outside world. Marcee had seen people attempt to communicate via smoke signals, and morse code. If only she knew either of the two languages.
"I - I'm tired of waiting in here..." Marcus said despondently. He stood up and walked to the door.
"Wait! What are you doing!" Marcee cried out.
"I'm ending it all. I'm ready to die, Marcee. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you, but I can't live in this suspense anymore." He opened the door and walked out.
"Marcus! No!" she yelled, but dared not to step out into the open.
For a second, she thought that he had made it. That he wouldn't have been plucked up by one of the rings, when suddenly, another man walked out, arms held high, looking at the orb. There was a loud crack as the two were plucked into the air and swallowed into the ball.
"Marcus you idiot!"
She walked back to the kitchen and sat down, trying to hold back the hot tears of anger. Men were weak. This was just blatant proof of it. She was right on deciding never to marry.
She banged her fist against the table so hard that the wood made a splintering noise. Now she had to live alone in this nightmare.
She went to the bathroom, and splashed her face with water. Through the crack in the curtains, she could see the orb in the sky, waiting.
She dismissed it and turning around.
As she closed the door to the bathroom, there was a loud and horrible wailing. She ran to the kitchen again, and look out at the sky. The orb had opened up to reveal a maw of twisted teeth, busy wailing. Marcee's eyes widened in shock and fear as the wailing grew louder, and the maw started to draw in air. She could almost feel the eternal hunger radiating from the orb's presence.
The roof started to moan and creak. Marcee ran and dived under a table, knowing what was about to happen. The roof gave one final heave, before being torn off and pulled into towards the endless maw of hungering blades. The table started to rattle, before it too got sucked into the apocalyptic sphere.
"I won't die like this! It's not fair!" she scream, as her efforts to hold onto a window sill was thwarted. She saw other people too were being pulled into the black sphere.
She started to sob uncontrollably when she saw that some people got caught on the teeth, being shredded into bloody pieces.
"I...I don't want to die..." she cried, her eyes taking on a dead look. Her body became a rag doll as it was pulled into the maw. As she looked out at the world she was leaving behind, she noticed the maw closing.
And the world was dark.
"Marcee Credens. It is not yet your time."
She shielded her eyes from the bright light, before her eyes readjusted to it. She was standing in an empty white space.
"What do you mean?" she asked, looking around for the source of the voice.
"World's End has not come yet. This was a test. You are the only one who has passed," the voice said again, sounding like a thousand voices in one.
"I don't understand."
"We have tested the resolve and the hearts of all citizens on your world. You, are the only one that has passed."
"But I-"
"Your childhood was corrupted, had you lived a different life, you would care for those around you more than you do now. But you fought until the very end, and your heart remains pure. The only others that wished to survive, were those not worthy of living."
"So what happens now...?" Marcee said, not really wanting the answer.
"You will become the harbinger of a new world. You will reshape the world to your liking, preparing it for the final World's End. The hero elected to save your world will be modeled in your image. We have no time to act, there are two generations left until the World's End."
"So...I'm now God...?" Marcee questioned, her heart beating in her throat.
"Incorrect. Your God lies in panic, unable to intervene at the False End that has just occurred. You have become the Re-creator. You have seventy years to model the hero that will prevent World's End."
"But, there's no one left on earth anymore! Who am I supposed to save?!" she yelled.
"The world has been restored. You may remodel it to your wishes. The memory of your life has been erased, and the False End has never occurred."
"Who are you?"
"We are everyone. We are the people of this world, yet none of them at the same time." Marcee couldn't help but note how cliched that sounded. "We go by the name of -" it's name was like the laughter, cries, shouts, and voices of all the people in the world.
"What if I fail you?"
"You will not. We require to survive."
"Very well, I will not fail you..." Marcee said, a small grin coming to her face. They were just as bad as the greedy oil-merchants that corrupted the world. World's End will happen, and if she goes with it, then so be it. If only they had put restraint's on her power...
"Her name will be Marietta Credens, and she will be invincible one day..."


Author's Note:
This has almost become a prelude to another story I wrote, titles World's End.
If you want to read it, go to This Link.
I think it as my best work, and none of my stories have ever lived up to it.