Multiculturalism destroys the true diversity which nature requires for the continued evolution of the species through the natural selection process of differentiation and competition between specialized populations within a group.

I don’t think humans were supposed to die out during the Infection. And I think those of us who survived have a duty to protect the next generation. We’re starting over, Justin. We’re rebuilding the...

What would it be like if a star exploded nearby?” Our nearest stellar neighbor, as we have seen, is Alpha Centauri, 4.3 light-years away. I had imagined that if there were an explosion there we...

Most folks don’t have but a few days to a week’s worth of food in their houses at any given time. When they run out, they’ll have to forage. Only the fools will forage in...

Hardly has the universe stretched its wings to spanWhen it gathers to egg once more

I used to be Autumn Winters, daughter of an actress and an architect. I had been one of three living in this home, but now I was just Autumn Winters, and I was alone.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy...

A giant grin, accompanied by a slight chuckle, had been the grand finale to any of his most successful jokes, while the less impressive resulted in a raise of both his brows, which he followed...

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

One could speculate that lichens would be among the last inhabitants to succumb on a dying earth at some distant point in the future.

Dan, I’m not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I’d explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

I’ll remember your apocalypse if you’ll remember mineIt will be a holiday of the senses

Oh, really? Do you wake up heaving from bloody dreams thatpromise destruction like some crazy street guy forecasting theApocalypse? Did you slam a door in your dad’s face hours before he died?Does everyone, cops included,...

I can’t believe that we have reached the end of everything. The red dust is frightening. The carbon dioxide is real. Water is expensive. Bio-tech has created as many problems as it has fixed, but...

S” stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.

Songs remain. They last…A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That’s the power of songs.

How would you rather die?” she snapped. “Hiding under your bed or riding Thunder Mountain?

Biblical eschatology fundamentally challenges the “official” scientific idea that the universe will end in a violent heat death, and instead that the cosmos will be set free from its decadence. It calls us to consider...

The only easy day was yesterday!

You’re going to wake up one day, and you’re gonna realize he’s moved on. He’ll quit trying to win you back. And you’ll regret it. And if there’s anything The Plague taught me, it’s that...

Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.

Bodies lay in the sun. Bodies stood in the sun.

O furie de-a mea v-ar îngropa pe toţi în balele nimicului, un singur suflu de-al meu v-ar doborî în esenţa vidului, un pumn de-al meu v-ar descompune în mii şi mii de particule de lavă…

I’m sure that they’ll be able to realize how wrong it all is… even though the idiots outnumber most people these days, there are still enough intelligent people to fight against it.

On the day the world is blown up, the playwright whose show opened the night before will be leafing past the news section of the Times to find his review–as he ascends through the stratosphere,...

Is the music broke, Mommy?

The pretty ones are usually unhappy. They expect everyone to be enamored of their beauty. How can a person be content when their happiness lies in someone else’s hands, ready to be crushed at any...

The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. “Storm?” I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled “non-perishable.

I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help...

You’re the military. You’re in charge. Why would I be scared?

The most I can hope for is to die in a pose that confuses future archaeologists.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

And on the eighth day, Satan laughed.

Thoughts have power, influencing humanity’s collective path. The difference between Mother Teresa and Adolf Hitler lies, ultimately, in how they thought. A thought can change the world for the better—or damn it forever.

It must be one of life’s little jokes… how we take everything, even life itself, for granted. We waste our childhoods wishing for what we don’t have, longing for the future, dreaming of ways to...

Maybe it’s ALWAYS the end of the world. Maybe you’re alive for a while, and then you realize you’re going to die, and that’s such an insane thing to comprehend, you look around for answers...

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.

It wasn’t aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

Sometimes you have to do something ugly so that something beautiful can grow.

My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.Seems more logical than undergoing all kinds of hardships only to die eventually anyway (through bites/malnutrition/or terminally chapped...

Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I’m still alive.

Given the chance, would I go back? Back to the time when my parents were alive? When my biggest problem was a past-due paper? When I didn’t need to know how to take care of...

Kittridge closed his eyes. So, the end. It would happen instantaneously, a painless departure, quicker than thought. he felt the presence of his body one last time: the taste of air in his lungs, the...

The truly apocalyptic view of the world is that things do not repeat themselves. It isn’t absurd, e.g., to believe that the age of science and technology is the beginning of the end for humanity;...

The sun tells the best joke of a day full of them, setting so spectacularly that you can almost smell the tropical paradise lazing somewhere over this rim of endless, gray socialist towers. Miles of...

The country has turned its loyal inhabitants into wanderers similar to the survivors of an apocalypse.

To stop. To cease, just for a moment. To turn your back on the world, to close your eyes – to see the nothing that is not rather than the nothing that is everywhere around...

Isn’t it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling.

I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They’re worse than zombies. People...

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.