The End of the World: Friday

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Rounding out the week. Happy Friday, everyone!

Catch up on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.

Voice Week 2014 Friday

It started in a way I didn’t expect. I guess no one did. At first, it seemed like some dark cosmic joke. We had just enough time to realize we didn’t have time. There wouldn’t be any save-the-planet mission. No watching the news, holding our breath to find out if we’d survive. Just time to come to terms with it. Like we were all terminal cancer patients, or death row inmates. But I realized, sitting in an old church more crowded than I’d ever seen it—the timing was perfect. It was a last chance, a now-or-never. When we’d each have to decide, once and for all, whether or not to be saved.

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What’s your verdict on voice #5?

The End of the World: Thursday

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In the words of Arthur Dent, It must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

And in the words of Ford Prefect, Drink up; the world’s about to end.

Catch up on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

Voice Week 2014 Thursday The End of the World

This can’t be it. No freaking way. I ain’t saying goodbye cruel world over a little chill. We ain’t been through two world wars and an ice age and God knows what else just to lay down and die like that’s all she wrote, ‘cause the sun’s taking a breather. I mean, suck it up. Drag your sorry behind outa bed and zip up your coat. Zip your trap while you’re at it. It’s gonna take a lot more ‘n Jack Frost to put me six feet under.

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Well, what kind of a person do you think this is?

The End of the World: Wednesday

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Like I said, messing with perspectives a lot more this year.

Voice Week 2014 Wednesday

We’re just getting what we deserve. Did you really think that after all our greedy wars, reckless pollution, fanatic intolerance, that the universe would just forgive us? Look the other way? No, sir. Judgment’s raining down, and it’s raining down hard. No holy roller fire and brimstone, just cold, hard justice. The life gets sucked out of us, like we sucked the life out of our planet. It just got to us first. Mother Nature exterminates the human vermin.

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What does this voice tell you about the character?

The End of the World: Tuesday

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Voice deux! Read Monday.

Voice Week 2014 Tuesday

This is not the way I imagined it would end. I imagined howling throngs, and vast clouds of flame, and mere moments of intense pain before it was all over. Instead, Earth succumbs to a slow fading. But the delay did not buy mankind time to save itself, at least not time enough. We tried, oh, we debated and strategized, but the sky darkened and the frost bit while we talked and scribbled. We donned thicker coats and stuffed furniture in the stove and watched the stars reborn. The stars. I had forgotten how many there were. Or perhaps we never really knew. How perfectly ironic that in our final days, we should see so many wonders for the first time.

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What does this voice tell you about the character? How does it compare with the first voice?

The End of the World: Monday’s Voice

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Day One of Voice Week! Remember, InMon is postponed till next week.

Meanwhile, here’s my first voice. I’m going with the prompt “the end of the world,” and experimenting a little more with perspectives (not just tone and word choice) this year.

Lemme know whatcha think!

Voice Week 2014 Monday

Didn’t think it would end this way. No panic. No screaming. Just a kind of fizzling out. They tried coming up with a plan for awhile, but I mean, what could we do? Move to another sun? Find another two nonillion killograms of gas to burn? So we sit, shiver, look at the stars up there, mocking us. Zillions of ‘em, we never even saw before, coming out, waving just to show us what we’re missing. All that light, but no heat. Kind of a metaphor for human history, right? Always wishing for what we never could reach. Like the universe just saying, Whatever.

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What does this voice tell you about the character?