apocalypse

What__ the goal?_ asked Carlos. ____ glad you asked,_ said Harry. You _ all of you _ and I _ we__e going to save the world.

Everyone is dangerous in here, can__ you see that?_ he warned.

A sullied green ___ stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.

During the persecutions under the Emperor Domitian, John was summoned to Rome, where he was tortured by immersion in a pot of boiling oil and subsequently banished to the island of Patmos in the Aegean sea. It was there he wrote his Apocalypse. It was only after the death of Domitian, in A.D. 96, that he returned to Ephesus, where he was still living during the reign of the Emperor Trajan (A.D. 98-117). He became so old and frail that he could no longer walk and had to be carried to meetings and services. All he could manage to say was, "My little children, love one another." He repeated this over and over.

The more we know about the former world, the better we__l understand what happened when it fell.

The world had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment; of Reformation; of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages; an end, perhaps, to everything.

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

If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: If forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world__ population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.

Thanks, for saving me.___ didn__ have a choice,_ he said softly.__veryone has a choice.___hen mine was easy.___asy?__e chuckled. __livia, my choice will always be simple when it comes to you...

It__ not a war. It__ an annihilation,_ he__ mumbled low for her ears only. She__ been unable to respond, only focusing on her own breath and marveling that she in fact was still breathing.

It must be one of life__ little jokes... how we take everything, even life itself, for granted. We waste our childhoods wishing for what we don__ have, longing for the future, dreaming of ways to speed the time so we can hurry up and see the world. And in our later years, we__ give anything just to slow things down and go back to what we once had.

Is that the end... of all the races and civilizations, and the dreams of the world, to be able to leave a few stones buried beneath the sands, to tell the Dark that we were here?

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 blood surging in his veins, the drumlike beating of his heart. The bomb was dropping toward them."I've got you," he said, hugging Tim fiercely; and again, over and over, so that the boy would be hearing these words. "I've got you, I've got you, I've got you, I've got you.

He looked at the sky once more. Men had gone out there, he thought in wonder, and couldn't think why. Singly and in small groups they had gone into strange lands, across wide seas, had climbed mountains where no human foot had ever trod. And he couldn't think why they had done these things. What impulse had driven them from their own kind to perish alone, or among strangers.

The world may be about to end, but if it's going to end, we'll goddamn well give it our best shot first. And this is the place to do it.

God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?"Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I__ be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?"Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?"I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn__ been in the city...very long. I didn__ know.

What lies beneath has pushed its way to the surface once again. Time to get away while there is still air left in our lungs.

Will the last person on the planet please turn off the lights?