End of Everything Apocalypse- a Flash Fiction Challenge

" 'Timewave Zero' is a numerological formula that purports to calculate the ebb and flow of 'novelty,' defined as increase over time in the universe's interconnectedness, or organized complexity. According to Terence McKenna, the universe has a teleological attractor at the end of time that increases interconnectedness, eventually reaching a singularity of infinite complexity in 2012, at which point anything and everything imaginable will occur simultaneously." -Wikipedia

” ‘Timewave Zero’ is a numerological formula that purports to calculate the ebb and flow of ‘novelty,’ defined as increase over time in the universe’s interconnectedness, or organized complexity. According to Terence McKenna, the universe has a teleological attractor at the end of time that increases interconnectedness, eventually reaching a singularity of infinite complexity in 2012, at which point anything and everything imaginable will occur simultaneously.” -Wikipedia

The Mayans, among many others, predicted the world as we know it will end on December 21, 2012 A.D. (or not). And so the countdown begins.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept, is to write a flash fiction story about the Ultimate Apocalypse. The Apocalypse of Apocalypses. The Apocalypse to Apocalypsize all Apocalypses. You get the idea.

Put the link to your story in the comments below.

Everybody entering will automatically win a free, no-cost, virtual hug from me. (You will not be charged for this.)

Deadline: Sometime on December 21. That’s ten days from the date of this post!
I’ll be posting my own story here by then.

I’ll see you all on the other side of this . .

eotw

Maybe . .

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UPDATE: 12-21-2012

Look like I’m still here, though in a duplicate world, as the last one was ended, of course . .

So here is my tale . .

Peanuh Budduh Sammichalypse

Peanut butter- extra creamy corn syrup blend, with white bread, the crust trimmed. Benji’s favorite. Benji clicks the Uni-Sim icon on his monitor and shoves the peanut butter sandwich into his mouth.

His mother ruffles his hair and bends down to kiss his forehead. “You be a good boy and play one of your games, okay sweetie? No more moo-moo boo-boos. Remember, your adult teeth are coming in, and we’re almost out of teats,” she says, turning and climbing up the rec room stairs.

“Yup,” Benji says, smearing the lipstick on his forehead with a chubby fist.

“Uni-Sim download complete,” a computer voice drones. “Please choose your character.”

“Sammy.” Benji takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Sammy-sim complete,” the voice replies. “Please choose your game level.”

“Twenty-one.” He shoves the last of his gooey sandwich between his teeth.

“Level twenty-one loaded. Please choose your motive.”

Benji leans back in his chair, tilts back his head, and grabs the rubber milk teat with his peanut butter-coated teeth. His peanut butter-covered lips slip off the teat, leaving a peanut butter-sheen on the rubber tip. He sticks out his tongue to lick it off, but instead, smears more peanut butter on the teat, shoving a tiny bit into the tip opening. He strains to form a seal with his lips. He sucks. But the teat is clogged with peanut butter.

“Mik! Mik!” he cries, smacking his sticky lips.

“I’m sorry, I did not understand. Please repeat your request.”

“Mooom! Nee mik wif peanuh budduh sammich!” He swallows, but the peanut butter and bread mush sticks in his throat. “Ack! Ack!”

“I’m sorry, I did not understand. Please repeat your request.”

“Tirsty. Peanuh budduh in mouf. Mooom!”

“I’m sorry, I did not understand. Please repeat your request.”

“Toopid game! I’m nah talkin’ to you!” Benji sits up and bites the teat hard. The rubber slices open and milk gushes out, drenching him and the console.

“Oh-oh. Maya nudda boo-boo.” He shivers as milk puddles under his feet.

“I think you said ‘Mayan boo-boo,’ ” the voice says. “Is this correct?”

“Yup.” Benji slides off his chair and slowly trudges up the stairs, leaving a milk trail behind him.

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So my question is,

Did the Uni-Sim end?

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11 Comments

  1. I can hardly wait to see your story! Hope you’re coming to Aquatom’s End of the World party – you’ll fit right in: http://wellheregoes.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/december-21st-2012/.

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    • Thanks for letting me know about the party! I just now popped over and warned Aquatom I will be attending. I’m gonna party like the world is ending, because . . well, it *is* ending. MUHAHAHA

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  2. Hello! Just popping by to let you know that I’ll be entering your writing challenge between now and then! 😀

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  3. Hallo, CM!
    I haven’t posted this on my blog yet, but thought I’d post it here first. It’s about a decorator who’s experiencing her own apocalypse, as they do…
    Apocalypse Oops
    Hayley sat dithered.
    She remembered this from last time. The darkness. The cold. The smell.
    Herbert rolled around on the floor laughing. He remembered it too, only differently.
    “You tore your dress” Herbert managed between guffaws.
    “I broke a nail” Hayley sternly retorted, “as well” she acknowledged.
    Herbert looked into Hayley’s eyes.
    Hayley blinked. It’s been a while, she thought.
    Herbert laughed again: Hayley, painting.
    Decorating was not her strong point.
    She’d rather pay extortionate fees than do it herself, unless she had to.
    This time, once again, she had to. The ‘professionals’ were busy.
    The last time she did it, she thought her world had come to an end… and now, here she was doing it again. Decorating. Herself. Only worse. She wanted greenish, and the paint was blueish.
    “Sigh”, she sighed, “This is worse than last time…”

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    • Hallo Tom, and thank you for the tale!

      You get a free hug 🙂 X and a bonus high five o/\o for the word “dithered”!

      Greenish, blueish . . what an apocalypse-worthy nightmare . .

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  4. “Mayan boo-boo”! LOL – good one! 😀

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    • Thanks, and I’d say unsophisticated voice recognition software is just the kind of thing that would cause an apocalypse (or not)! 😉

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  5. Not to mention it tickles me to think our universe is just some little kid’s toy… it explains a lot, actually.

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