Spoiler
A weird dream that I had, and I wanted to get it on paper. I'm not that believes in the end of the world on 12/21/12, so I don't know why I would be dreaming about this... whatever, enjoy :]
A single blue Porsche 911 Turbo speeds along an abandoned highway. Upturned cars lay on the sides of the highway, flames still arising from some. The car avoids deep cracks that blossom over the road, spewing lava out of them. Blackened trees lay fallen on the sides of the roads, their leaves long forgotten. There is no grass, only dirt and mud. Bodies lay on the side, still as the silence in the air.
The car revs his engine, and speeds faster down the ghost highway. The driver adjusts his rearview mirror, and smiles. He watches as the red Convertible Mustang rides up alongside and the driver looks over. She smiles a wide white-toothed smile, and lowers her sunglasses. Her eyes were as blue as the Caribbean waters. He smiles back, but not lowering his own sunglasses, fearing his identity would be exposed. Suddenly, her grin becomes wider, and she rides ahead, not wanting to lose their race. He chuckles under his breath, and follows suit.
Catching up to her, the cars go back and forth between first and second. They both laughed and smiled, their chuckles echoing in the lifeless air. They could do whatever they wanted, for they knew that they were the only two left.
The end was getting closer and closer, and they both slowed down. They were both neck and neck, each nearing the edge of the cliff. A bridge lay crumbled at the bottom it, acid rising from the once was river. Suddenly the Mustang pulled ahead, and skidded to a stop at the edge, while one rock flew down the steep. It clanged down to the bottom of it, and landed with a soft thud at the bottom. They both got out of the car, the woman still laughing. The man rolled his eyes, but walked over to her.
“Good game.” He said, extending his hand toward her. She stared at it, but raised her hand to do the same.
Before they could grasp each other’s hands, a loud whooshing of wind made both of them jump. A whirlwind of cars, sand, and flames was flying towards them. The woman screamed and ran to her car. She won’t get far, he thought. The storm is merciless. He heard her scream as she was taken up, car and all. He looked over, and the last thing he saw was his car, with the calendar on his windshield. 12/21/12. The Apocalypse.
