Quentin's Run

My name is Quentin Malcolm. For the past 16 years of my life, I had a habit for getting into troubling situations.

However, the shit really hit the fan when the Earth became too polluted to inhabit. That's when they decided to pack it up and leave.

As for me, I chose to stay behind and meet my demise willingly. I'd caused too much trouble in my life, and the last thing I wanted was to cause problems for the survivors on their new-found home world.

I stood on the hill, watching as Earth's final day dawned. Sprawling steel and concrete metropolises dotted the smog-choked landscape of what was once our little blue marble. Billions of humans did the same in similar ships as they prepared to leave our decaying, poisoned mother.

We'd tried so hard to fix her, to fix our mistakes, but it was for nothing. Our only remaining option was to leave. I closed my eyes and sighed, looking out on a hilltop at what remained of the planet's once proud skyscrapers. They were now reduced to pile upon pile of fallen rubble, littering the streets with their remnants.

Hopefully, as the former people of Earth travel the stars, they would remember Earth. They would remember our home, and the site of their greatest sin.

I took out some corn chips and began to scarf them down. The end of the world does make one hungry, you know. As I laid on my back on the hilltop, I felt a rumbling sound which I simply dismissed as another earthquake. We've been getting them for 3 days straight, so I didn't think much of it.

However, the ground began to split open, leaving humongous cracks in the planet's surface. Out of the cracks poured molten magma from the Earth's core, which quickly flooded the city streets.

Looking down at the magma-filled streets, I sighed quietly to myself.

"This is it."

As light began to emerge from the cracks in the Earth, I let out a dramatic, angry scream (for effect). I had done nothing in my life, so maybe I could do something better with it in the next life.

Pfft. Yeah, as if. It'll be great that I end up gone.

The ground's rumbling became louder and the lights shone even brighter, as the planet suddenly lit up in a monstrous explosion.

As the explosion tore the planet to space dust, I laid on my back, my hands resting behind my head, with a calm smile on my face. Because I knew that I'd no longer be a victim of circumstance.

"It's the End of the World as We Know It...and I Feel Fine," I said to myself as I felt the explosion slowly-yet-gradually tearing my body apart.

To Make A Long Story Short

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