apocalypse - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
All the once green lands of the earth were no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the blood-red sun. The cities stood like skeletons, baren wastelands, empty now that disease had taken whatever the fire did not. Even the oceans stood still like semi-stagnant pools of death and decay, there were no waves as even the wind had left the earth. The skies were barren, no birds flew or sang, And all the while the oppressive heat rained down like the breath of hell.
From every corner of the earth came the signs that the apocalypse was upon us. Famine and disease stalked every land and the death toll was in it's billions. It was being described as the end times in the few media outlets that still ran. The big cities became derelict shells and the surviving refuges sought shelter in the countryside, where they were shot on sight for fear that they brought the disease with them. There were no more burials, the living would no longer approach a corpse, so they rotted right out in the open with their unseeing eyes staring at the unravelling civilization. There was no more electricity as the workers for the plants had died and soon luxuries like running clean water and flushing toilets had ended. With the breakdown in sanitation ...
When the four horsemen came and sat astride their black steeds on the hill, it was the closest thing such demons can come to happiness. There was a whole world to kill and nothing to stop them. Conquest, War, Famine and Death surveyed the world with eyes that saw right to the heart of every person on earth and they were pleased. Conquest would strike ideas into the nations, War would make sure they fought with the most fearsome weapons modern science could offer, Famine would ensure the crops failed as they focused on fighting and Death would claim every last one of them.
The book of revelation lay open on the deserted street. As the ink turned to red the book started to bleed. The scarlet droplets oozed out onto the cracked asphalt and took the shape of four curled figures. When the four horsemen rose to their black leather clad feet and called forth, the hooves of four black horses echoed through the otherwise silent city. The horsemen sprung upon them. Each one then blackened as if he were becoming one with the shadows and then became no more than a dark mist. But they had not gone, they were merely released into the world to do their work. The apocalypse had just begun.
The apocalypse had been nothing like the scriptures had predicted, only the messenger bore some resemblance to prophecy by her low birth and lineage. She finished the process of "waking up" and "connecting" in 2015, though she had always known her task it had been buried deep to protect her until adulthood. She was in the most precarious of positions, the message was so simple it was unlikely to be taken seriously, but the last thing the world needed was another religion to fight over, another holy book to be confused about.
With her connection she knew with certainty that the Creator was there and what his nature was, but there were inches of "scripture" that could be quoted to oppose her as people struggled to avoid a change that frightened them. So her first task was to reduce fear, to explain that there is no hell except what the earth is being made into. The next job wasn't as easy, the three main religions that had sprung from Abraham felt that they had been promised an eternal life in "heaven" with no real concept as to where or what it was. Science hadn't found such a thing but still they had "faith" it was there.
The messenger had to explain that there is only the earth for humans, at least for a long time to come, so should there actually be "life after death," it would be here on this planet. She had to encourage them to see their life, each day, as a special gift on the Creator's planet and not ask for more. Instead they should ask how they could help the Creator fix his planet, to stop polluting, to stop killing, to fix their cultures. But she had to point out they they couldn't serve the Creator until they truly understood His ways.
She was to first point them toward the First Nations of the North Americas as a culture to treat with deep respect. Before their near annihilation they had known the Creator, they had understood how to live in harmony, how to raise their children. It was time to create harmony, to love with passion, and be humble.
Outside the maze was sunshine enough to see the towering walls of steel and the late evening was quiet enough to hear the moans of those who had tried before her and lost their minds. Jayne was chosen to brave the maze, should she reach the centre the spell would be broken for the entire planet and they would have a second chance to beat the demon ruler. That was the law and it was an ancient magic, one even the demon could not break. But in that maze she would have to face her own personal fears, every one of them and still proceed to the centre. She would hear taunting voices and see her worst fears brought to life. She would hear how she was unworthy. She would be goaded into committing betrayals against those she loved, because to betray love was to betray God. She would have a hundred ways to fail and only one to succeed. She had to walk through every fear, face down her own demons and do no harm. She clenched her jaws together and set off into the maze with no torch, no guide, no map, but with her eyes wide open. Succeed and the whole world won a second chance to bring God back, the God who was Love, fail and the demon kept power in his relentless quest to turn God's planet into a hell.
When the final days for the humans of planet Earth came, they came out in droves to plead their innocence. The alien high command looked at them through his compound eyes, his mouth a thin line. Extermination was an unpleasant business and even more so when the dominant species was sentient - but they weren't the only sentient species on the planet and the law of Galaxy 5 had to be applied. The humans had been sent the required number of messages through their "prophets" despite their penchant for killing them. Now the populations cried, "It wasn't us! It was the corporations, we just did what we had to do to survive!" The alien commander couldn't speak human, not in any dialect, it just sounded like so much bleating to him. He punched a button on his translator and his mouth became an even grimmer slash, mandibles clicking in irritation. He made his reply.
"You all voted with your tokens system - money - every day. You bought products made with the sweat of children and slavery. You preferred factory farmed meat to lentils and herbs. You abused your own kind, killed them, waged war after war despite being told not to kill. You have run your economies to the degradation of this planet, all other species and even your own. Your warnings came from the Creator Herself, and still you ignored them. Remorse is easy when you face annihilation, but it doesn't last long. Real change is boring, it takes tedious work on a daily basis. There are no fan-fares or celestial rewards. If you weren't all so desperate to get to your "heaven" you'd have realized you're already there. But before you complete the process of making it a "hell" we have come to save Planet Earth - whether you like it or not. We aren't cruel, there won't be any pain, it'll be just the same as before you were born."
After a time we relaxed. We realized the apocalypse was simply a rescue mission from our creator. For the sheep being corralled out of fear there was only blessed relief and the knowledge that He was really there. For these "common people" there was forgiveness combined with a new mission for all. We were all to be the guardians of Earth - of each other, of the animals, of the environment - and that was the only type of worship that meant anything. He wanted brave lions and lionesses, fiercely loving and loyal, independent thinkers pursuing knowledge. He taught that the enemy was fear and without it Earth would be heavenly. He taught that it didn't matter what religion you were, or if you had none, that letting the spirit of love be your guide was enough. It was time to tell the wolves to stick it and reject a future of being caged and groomed to be "good little consumers." We learned that every action to help was priceless and our lives, our loves, were more meaningful that we had ever imagined. We were called into action and it was the most divine moment in our history.
The end times came when baby girls were being murdered in their millions within the womb. It was a holocaust of the unborn. Those girls born became in short supply and instead of being cherished all the more they were in danger of being attacked, traded, bought like cattle. Without love they became depressed and in the violent sink hole that society had become the men were their number one cause of death and injury. Without Love they couldn't reach Him, and instead were trapped in a hellish brutal existence.
Without the love of women the men deteriorated, violence begetting violence and in a twisted way some came to enjoy dominating the fairer sex as masters. The creator, being a loving God, could not stand back and let the planet He created to be heaven turn into hell, and so He returned. The people were given a chance to amend their ways, to honour their women and girls and return to forming loving families. He extended His love and told them that women are equal to men, and the infanticide was a crime against God and women. He said that real men are protectors, brave, courageous and kind - not Neanderthals who would murder their own daughters before they had a chance to be born. The message was extended and then He waited for the response...
The apocalypse came, but not as predicted in fire and brimstone. Their creator and heavenly father was in pain, watching the destruction of his beautiful earth. He loved the world with a power that humans can only glimpse in the love they have for their children. It wasn't just the earth He loved though, He loved each and every human as if it were his own child. He knew them all by name and was with them in every struggle, but the tipping point had come.
In a few short years the Earth's climate would spiral out of control, then every sentient creature on the planet would live painful lives of suffering. He never intended it to be so, He wanted Heaven on Earth but soon it would be a living hell with no way back. And so he reached out not with fire and brimstone, but with Love, because the divine is love.
He sent a message to the humans telling them that they must only be be guided by love for one another, their fellow creatures and the planet He loved so much. He had created paradise through eons of evolution, and its destruction was too much to bear. He would never hurt any of his creations, but neither would he let them suffer as His heavenly Earth became hell through fear, greed, sloth, envy, jealousy and vanity.
He pleaded with them, "For the Love of God, save the Earth, Love one another. I don't need you to be my "children," I need you to grow up and take responsibility for your actions. I need you to strive every day to only live though Love. Be educated, be artistic, be creative, be scientific, be philosophical, enjoy your lives - but my creations, humans included, are priceless, not worthless. Don't put money before life, feed the poor, clothe them, show them Love. I don't care if you worship me or not, I don't care what religion you are or if you have none. Rituals mean nothing to me. You can pray anywhere, anytime, anyplace. I will hear you. Be kind to animals. Don't pollute. Know that I am Love and I can only save this Earth with your help.
Petrified by the sight and sound of great cities falling around them, and roaring waves crashing toward them, the fleeing multitudes, with struck hearts failing within them, were tossed and flung like rag dolls, to be entombed or engulfed, or stoned from above, until the ancient world came to an apocalyptic end.
A collosal monochromatic canvas. A memento of a fallen era.
Great leafless trunks of grey man-rock sprouted from barren soil, sheltered under a churning mass of dull grey clouds. The air was thick and noxious, rank with the smell of ash and death.
An era had fallen. An era of men, as they called themselves. Beings of the earth, or so they claimed, even as they desecrated the ground below them.
No more. We have taken what is rightfully ours.