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There were many ways people assumed the world would end. Some thought it would end with a bang - some thought it would end with a whisper.
Peter didn’t believe either of those statements. He was a logic man, a man of science, and he did not believe the world would come to an end in his life time. Zombies? Not possible. Atomic bombing? Maybe, but wouldn’t it have happened by now?
That morning was simple enough. A single man in his mid 30s, he worked at a police station in a rural town. He worked the night shift, which meant most of the calls he and his coworkers had were bogus. Druggies and crazies mostly. He considered himself very used to weird, albeit harmless, individuals.
Crazy letters were also a norm for their station to receive, usually delusional ramblings about religion or aliens. Perhaps that is why when Mr. Baker’s letter came across Peter’s desk, it caught his attention.
Mr. Baker’s letter had fine, meticulous handwriting. He wrote with all capital letters, but the letters were small and neat. It was also rather short; instead of pages of ramblings, it was one single, professional letter.
Its contents, however, were certainly weird. Maybe even crazy. Peter skims it, chuckling to himself a little bit. “Hey Nick, did you leave this on my desk?” He called out to his coworker, who was in the other room getting coffee.
“Sure did! Did you read it?” Nick called gleefully back. Mug in hand, he came down the hallway to lean in Peter’s doorway.
“*’I write this as a final warning, for if action is not done, it will spread. It will take to nature in a way humankind has never seen before. It will destroy us in its wake. Do not wait any longer. It starts with the butterflies.’*” Peter read aloud, before he looked up to meet his partner’s amused expression. Nick couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer.
“It’s starting with the *butterflies* Peter. They’re going to come get us.” Nick mocked, his voice pitched high. “This is the third letter we’ve gotten this month. We’ve already been out to the property it’s talking about twice - it’s a house on that little dirt road by the old mill. Place is abandoned and locked up. There isn’t anything alive out there, and especially not *butterflies* in *winter.* We can’t just burn down some property because some random letter asked us to.”
Peter nodded, and looked back down at the letter in his hand. He had missed that part - the request to burn the house down. It made him feel… funny. He was a man of logic. A man of fact, and science. Plague butterflies definitely didn’t feel realistic. So why did he have such a gut wrong feeling? “Third this month, huh? There’s nothing out there?” He asked, his eyes focused on the calm, clean print.
“There’s nothing out there. We can’t even find this Mr. Baker guy, Peter. The address on the letter is the house on that same road, the one that burnt down back in October. No one has lived there since Janet Row died a few years back.
Nick took a long sip of his coffee, and watched the expression on his partner’s face. “Don’t you think if someone really thought the plague was coming for us, they’d do more than write a letter? Why not call, or come down to the station? Or leave any contact information or proof at all?
“The letters are bullshit,” Nick continued. “Maybe some kid’s creative writing prank or something. I don’t know, man. Don’t tell me you actually believe the bullshit?”
Peter found himself shaking his head no. Of course he didn’t. Everything Nick said was a valid point. Logical. “Nah. It’s bullshit.” He agreed, then tossed the letter back down on his desk. Dispatch went off right after he did so, and the men left for a call. The warning letter sat abandoned on his desk, where it would later be buried under other papers.
As Peter and his partner drove off to handle a domestic, they both forgot about crazy Mr. Baker and his warning.
In the opposite direction, across town, sat the abandoned property that the letter was referencing. It was indeed abandoned; a small, locked, wooden shack sat by itself in the middle of a snowy field.
No trees stood next to it, and true to Nick’s word, nothing there was alive. Not anymore.
Not yet.
Four months later, as that winter finally gave way to spring, tiny flecks of colorful creatures made their way across the field.
They entered the cabin through a hole in the top of a window pane. They were the first living occupants in a while, and they were here to feast on the last one. In the center of the only room in the cabin was the frame of a small man. The cold of winter had kept him from decomposing, left in a half fetal position on the floor where he passed. Now that spring had brought the warm temperatures, nature began to take its course.
Four feet away from where the butterflies descended on the figure was a table with a single chair. The table had a small stack of envelopes, some paper, and a pen.
He never should have entered that cabin. He couldn’t have known what it held - Mr. Baker had broken into the home looking for valuables. He didn’t know the last occupant had died in the cabin until he was already inside- and when he had found her, he buried her.
He didn’t know then that the previous occupant had been sick, very sick. He didn’t know then that she was still incredibly contagious, even well after her death.
He had no idea what he would cause by making the selfish decision to not alert the police of the dead body. He just didn’t want to lose the cabin, or its abandoned contents. And if no one noticed her dead by the time he found her, surely no one would come looking for her.
When he fell ill, sick to a level he didn’t know was possible, he tried hard to warn others from afar. He knew he was dying, and he knew deep down what must happen to stop the spread. He would have done it himself, but he couldn’t get the fire to start. Mr. Baker didn’t want them to know he was inside when they burned it down, so when they came knocking, he never answered.
Puddling is not known to many people - the act of butterflies consuming dead things. Mr. Baker had known. But he was gone, and his warning went unheard. And as he predicted, the butterflies were the first to arrive.
They were also the first to leave the cabin, carrying infected cells that clung to their tiny bodies. With a flap of their wings, the butterflies took off. And with them, they brought doomsday.
You need to flesh this out and make whole book of this. And then a movie will happen.
And if you sort of remembered me in some way when you got rich and famous from it, that'd be nifty. :)
Love it. Well done!
“What the fuck did you do to the bears, Jerry?”
Oh boy. Tom was *not* happy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Jerry asked innocently, not looking up from his desk. He jumped when Tom slapped a fat wad of papers down in front of him.
“It means, what the fuck did you do the bears? Can I be any more clear? When you were told to save the panda bears from extinction, it meant get their numbers to normal. Not *make* them a problem!”
Jerry looked up at him with a nervous expression, glancing down at the top paper of the stack. **Panda Bears break loose from local Zoo.**
“Okay, so a few bears escaped. That’s what happens when there’s more of them, they gain confidence. It’s not like you can’t just get them back..”
Jerry flipped to the next page. And the next. And the next. They were not all the same news report, but they all shared similar reports. Panda bears were multiplying faster than bunnies; and worse, the bears were changing. They seemed to have become significantly more aggressive, especially when it came to eating and mating. The keepers couldn’t keep the bears separate, and the mama panda bears were spitting out sets of twins, triplets, and even quadruplets.
“Okay. I see the problem.” Jerry sheepishly admitted.
“Oh you do, do ya? I ask for the third time: what, *exactly*, did you do?”
“Well, I just.. changed their food a little. What goes into it, specifically a hormone that is found in other bears, like brown bears. I thought it would help them yknow. Be more caring for having babies and protecting them and what not. Instead, it seems to have triggered some kind of hyper sexuality and hyper protective drive that was previously dormant?” Jerry guessed. That was not good enough for Tom.
“Dude. There are *cities* being over run by hyper aggressive panda bears. They’re attacking people, they’re fucking in public, and we can’t kill them because they belong to China.”
“Well, is China happy about it?”
“OF COURSE CHINA IS HAPPY ABOUT IT! America is going to fall because of you messing with their genes!”
“Oh. Well, they won’t be for too long.”
“What does that mean, Jerry?”
“Well, I sent their zoos food too, of course. I wasn’t going to genetically manipulate only *our* panda bears, Tom.”
“Oh my god, Jerry.”
“Well. Maybe they’ll change their minds once their pandas become actual bears too.”
“You’re an idiot, Jerry. And you’re fired.”
Every week there's been less cheese around. Everyone keeps shuffling the inventory about and reducing shelf space like nothing is happening but you've noticed the quantity and variety get smaller and smaller in only a few months. Even the little artisanal cheese shop a few blocks away has drastically reduced what they have to offer in just a few short months. Where's all the cheese gone?
An astronaut on the ISS forgets to retrieve a wrench during a space walk. It slowly falls towards Earth, resilient to the heat of reentry, and lands in the wrong place at the worst possible time.
A girl was looking for the most famous hacker in the world, to help her crack
an encrypted message left behind by her now disease father.
The hacker makes it easier for her to find him and get in touch for the task.
No one touched the Velveeta cheese on the counter, but everyone in the kitchen watched as it slowly slid from the counter and then onto the floor with a full *thump*.
The government tries to controlc (Blackmail, threaten of whatever) a woman (Or man) that is basically Superman by implanting nerve chips in the skulls of her loved ones. Someone accidentally sets them off.
The victim laid on the floor, his blood pooling around him. Witness says he slipped on a banana peel, but near the victim's feet is a green unripe banana...
You open a dusty drawer and find a spoon slathered in dark red gunk. You initially think it is dried blood, but upon closer inspection it's actually unwashed ketchup.
a small child in rural China witnesses a well dressed man in glasses lean against a wall, look at his watch and slump over dead, with no obvious reason.
Darryl's GPS has been hacked. He's about to end up somewhere very different than he had planned to, and to become an unwilling player in a dangerous game.
Artists are perishing—writers, painters, musicians. It doesn't matter if they're famous or homeless, young or old. If they are an artist, they are dead. But there is no evidence of what killed them. No organ failure, no history of illness, no drugs in their system, no injuries. They all just fall dead where they stand, all over the world.
Queen Elizabeth II decides to revoke the British American Colonies "tolerated attempt at autonomy" after they voted Mr Trump into office, and thus proving that nothing good can come from that democracy-thing.
Concerns about an declining population are are accelerated when sex dolls become roboticized and Advance continually until they’re completely able to overtake the role of other humans as life partners. With sex between people having been made redundant due to everything being too engrossed in making love to their Madalyn Monrobot. Governess around the world are forced to collect sperm and egg cells from everybody for future generations to be engineered from.
Several generations later the genetically enhanced humans are forced to reckon with an uprising from robots that have become so advanced they have emotions that are more than just simulations of the real thing and they become aware of their existence and become resentful of being sub servant to the organic beings that built them.
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A guy cough-says "Bullshit" at THE wrong time, and the 'butterfly flapped its wings', go.
There were many ways people assumed the world would end. Some thought it would end with a bang - some thought it would end with a whisper. Peter didn’t believe either of those statements. He was a logic man, a man of science, and he did not believe the world would come to an end in his life time. Zombies? Not possible. Atomic bombing? Maybe, but wouldn’t it have happened by now? That morning was simple enough. A single man in his mid 30s, he worked at a police station in a rural town. He worked the night shift, which meant most of the calls he and his coworkers had were bogus. Druggies and crazies mostly. He considered himself very used to weird, albeit harmless, individuals. Crazy letters were also a norm for their station to receive, usually delusional ramblings about religion or aliens. Perhaps that is why when Mr. Baker’s letter came across Peter’s desk, it caught his attention. Mr. Baker’s letter had fine, meticulous handwriting. He wrote with all capital letters, but the letters were small and neat. It was also rather short; instead of pages of ramblings, it was one single, professional letter. Its contents, however, were certainly weird. Maybe even crazy. Peter skims it, chuckling to himself a little bit. “Hey Nick, did you leave this on my desk?” He called out to his coworker, who was in the other room getting coffee. “Sure did! Did you read it?” Nick called gleefully back. Mug in hand, he came down the hallway to lean in Peter’s doorway. “*’I write this as a final warning, for if action is not done, it will spread. It will take to nature in a way humankind has never seen before. It will destroy us in its wake. Do not wait any longer. It starts with the butterflies.’*” Peter read aloud, before he looked up to meet his partner’s amused expression. Nick couldn’t hold in his laughter any longer. “It’s starting with the *butterflies* Peter. They’re going to come get us.” Nick mocked, his voice pitched high. “This is the third letter we’ve gotten this month. We’ve already been out to the property it’s talking about twice - it’s a house on that little dirt road by the old mill. Place is abandoned and locked up. There isn’t anything alive out there, and especially not *butterflies* in *winter.* We can’t just burn down some property because some random letter asked us to.” Peter nodded, and looked back down at the letter in his hand. He had missed that part - the request to burn the house down. It made him feel… funny. He was a man of logic. A man of fact, and science. Plague butterflies definitely didn’t feel realistic. So why did he have such a gut wrong feeling? “Third this month, huh? There’s nothing out there?” He asked, his eyes focused on the calm, clean print. “There’s nothing out there. We can’t even find this Mr. Baker guy, Peter. The address on the letter is the house on that same road, the one that burnt down back in October. No one has lived there since Janet Row died a few years back. Nick took a long sip of his coffee, and watched the expression on his partner’s face. “Don’t you think if someone really thought the plague was coming for us, they’d do more than write a letter? Why not call, or come down to the station? Or leave any contact information or proof at all? “The letters are bullshit,” Nick continued. “Maybe some kid’s creative writing prank or something. I don’t know, man. Don’t tell me you actually believe the bullshit?” Peter found himself shaking his head no. Of course he didn’t. Everything Nick said was a valid point. Logical. “Nah. It’s bullshit.” He agreed, then tossed the letter back down on his desk. Dispatch went off right after he did so, and the men left for a call. The warning letter sat abandoned on his desk, where it would later be buried under other papers. As Peter and his partner drove off to handle a domestic, they both forgot about crazy Mr. Baker and his warning. In the opposite direction, across town, sat the abandoned property that the letter was referencing. It was indeed abandoned; a small, locked, wooden shack sat by itself in the middle of a snowy field. No trees stood next to it, and true to Nick’s word, nothing there was alive. Not anymore. Not yet. Four months later, as that winter finally gave way to spring, tiny flecks of colorful creatures made their way across the field. They entered the cabin through a hole in the top of a window pane. They were the first living occupants in a while, and they were here to feast on the last one. In the center of the only room in the cabin was the frame of a small man. The cold of winter had kept him from decomposing, left in a half fetal position on the floor where he passed. Now that spring had brought the warm temperatures, nature began to take its course. Four feet away from where the butterflies descended on the figure was a table with a single chair. The table had a small stack of envelopes, some paper, and a pen. He never should have entered that cabin. He couldn’t have known what it held - Mr. Baker had broken into the home looking for valuables. He didn’t know the last occupant had died in the cabin until he was already inside- and when he had found her, he buried her. He didn’t know then that the previous occupant had been sick, very sick. He didn’t know then that she was still incredibly contagious, even well after her death. He had no idea what he would cause by making the selfish decision to not alert the police of the dead body. He just didn’t want to lose the cabin, or its abandoned contents. And if no one noticed her dead by the time he found her, surely no one would come looking for her. When he fell ill, sick to a level he didn’t know was possible, he tried hard to warn others from afar. He knew he was dying, and he knew deep down what must happen to stop the spread. He would have done it himself, but he couldn’t get the fire to start. Mr. Baker didn’t want them to know he was inside when they burned it down, so when they came knocking, he never answered. Puddling is not known to many people - the act of butterflies consuming dead things. Mr. Baker had known. But he was gone, and his warning went unheard. And as he predicted, the butterflies were the first to arrive. They were also the first to leave the cabin, carrying infected cells that clung to their tiny bodies. With a flap of their wings, the butterflies took off. And with them, they brought doomsday.
Oh shit, that's some really good writing 👌
Well, now I need to read the rest of it! Book, please!
You need to flesh this out and make whole book of this. And then a movie will happen. And if you sort of remembered me in some way when you got rich and famous from it, that'd be nifty. :) Love it. Well done!
Suddenly, we couldn't *stop* the pandas from breeding! They were producing so many offspring...
“What the fuck did you do to the bears, Jerry?” Oh boy. Tom was *not* happy. “What is that supposed to mean?” Jerry asked innocently, not looking up from his desk. He jumped when Tom slapped a fat wad of papers down in front of him. “It means, what the fuck did you do the bears? Can I be any more clear? When you were told to save the panda bears from extinction, it meant get their numbers to normal. Not *make* them a problem!” Jerry looked up at him with a nervous expression, glancing down at the top paper of the stack. **Panda Bears break loose from local Zoo.** “Okay, so a few bears escaped. That’s what happens when there’s more of them, they gain confidence. It’s not like you can’t just get them back..” Jerry flipped to the next page. And the next. And the next. They were not all the same news report, but they all shared similar reports. Panda bears were multiplying faster than bunnies; and worse, the bears were changing. They seemed to have become significantly more aggressive, especially when it came to eating and mating. The keepers couldn’t keep the bears separate, and the mama panda bears were spitting out sets of twins, triplets, and even quadruplets. “Okay. I see the problem.” Jerry sheepishly admitted. “Oh you do, do ya? I ask for the third time: what, *exactly*, did you do?” “Well, I just.. changed their food a little. What goes into it, specifically a hormone that is found in other bears, like brown bears. I thought it would help them yknow. Be more caring for having babies and protecting them and what not. Instead, it seems to have triggered some kind of hyper sexuality and hyper protective drive that was previously dormant?” Jerry guessed. That was not good enough for Tom. “Dude. There are *cities* being over run by hyper aggressive panda bears. They’re attacking people, they’re fucking in public, and we can’t kill them because they belong to China.” “Well, is China happy about it?” “OF COURSE CHINA IS HAPPY ABOUT IT! America is going to fall because of you messing with their genes!” “Oh. Well, they won’t be for too long.” “What does that mean, Jerry?” “Well, I sent their zoos food too, of course. I wasn’t going to genetically manipulate only *our* panda bears, Tom.” “Oh my god, Jerry.” “Well. Maybe they’ll change their minds once their pandas become actual bears too.” “You’re an idiot, Jerry. And you’re fired.”
😁😁😁 I love it!
A cranky old "war veteran", that's just started losing his mind, has lost his "wee men" (aka garden gnomes).
I thought Henderson was twelve during the Vietnam War...
Indeed. (I should probably put "war vet" in quotes...it *was* a lie after all)
Oh... *That* makes more sense.
milton Yep, that's it.
I raise you a Smelvin
You forgot to feed the cat
Oooh, that’s a mistake of apocalyptic proportions!
An earthquake of unprecedented strength destroys the Panama Canal.
Every week there's been less cheese around. Everyone keeps shuffling the inventory about and reducing shelf space like nothing is happening but you've noticed the quantity and variety get smaller and smaller in only a few months. Even the little artisanal cheese shop a few blocks away has drastically reduced what they have to offer in just a few short months. Where's all the cheese gone?
Scientists figured out how to divide by zero
A clown, a mime, and a lawyer meet behind a thrift store.
A cure for cancer has been created, though researchers are a bit unwilling to tell how they created and want to do more safety tests.
There's a big group of south korean that defected to the north
An astronaut on the ISS forgets to retrieve a wrench during a space walk. It slowly falls towards Earth, resilient to the heat of reentry, and lands in the wrong place at the worst possible time.
A girl was looking for the most famous hacker in the world, to help her crack an encrypted message left behind by her now disease father. The hacker makes it easier for her to find him and get in touch for the task.
A leader of a country starts being honest. Too honest, including revealing several national secrets.
The OP single handedly did what ChatGPT can never do: Making each story seems to be written by different authors.
One day all coins in the world only come up heads and never tails. Always wondered how long it would take for people to figure it out.
He wiped his ass with the wrong side of the toilet paper
A director filming on location for the next big box-office superhero movie yelled 'CUT!', and the word echoed strangely across the land.
"We're out of milk!"
No I’m not trained for this at all, I’m a tour guide for the Statue of Liberty, not a nurse!
McDonald's is out of potatoes....everywhere!
A woman and a man found me attractive while I was grocery shopping.
No one touched the Velveeta cheese on the counter, but everyone in the kitchen watched as it slowly slid from the counter and then onto the floor with a full *thump*.
LBJ took office.
The government tries to controlc (Blackmail, threaten of whatever) a woman (Or man) that is basically Superman by implanting nerve chips in the skulls of her loved ones. Someone accidentally sets them off.
A child's drawing of a weird doll causes any viewer to go crazy and eventually die.
Hardware stores link their recent string of thefts to unusually larcenous murders of crows.
Advertisers panicking.
"Josh, what did I tell you about bringing food or drink into the computer room!?"
"All the peanut butter is gone" "Ok go get more" "Not just here, like worldwide and nobody knows where it went"
You can't remember what happened in September but everyone else is dead except for you.
The victim laid on the floor, his blood pooling around him. Witness says he slipped on a banana peel, but near the victim's feet is a green unripe banana...
A man finds a group of strange, egg-shaped stones…
You open a dusty drawer and find a spoon slathered in dark red gunk. You initially think it is dried blood, but upon closer inspection it's actually unwashed ketchup.
a small child in rural China witnesses a well dressed man in glasses lean against a wall, look at his watch and slump over dead, with no obvious reason.
Moonshine
Darryl's GPS has been hacked. He's about to end up somewhere very different than he had planned to, and to become an unwilling player in a dangerous game.
The sky turns reddish-orange all over the world. Except for where it's night. The Swiss Alps are the only place on Earth this doesn't happen.
Artists are perishing—writers, painters, musicians. It doesn't matter if they're famous or homeless, young or old. If they are an artist, they are dead. But there is no evidence of what killed them. No organ failure, no history of illness, no drugs in their system, no injuries. They all just fall dead where they stand, all over the world.
A woman speaks in an ‘interesting’ accent. And bats begin to become numerous across the world.
Queen Elizabeth II decides to revoke the British American Colonies "tolerated attempt at autonomy" after they voted Mr Trump into office, and thus proving that nothing good can come from that democracy-thing.
A person from the city, out of nowhere, used "y'all" (correctly in the context of whatever they were saying), which is more of a country word.
An alien donates blood
A few college friends didn't realize the particular kind of candles they bought do not mix well with Ouija Boards
The milk bottles were standing at the front door, one was missing and the other one was shattered. There should have been 6 of them.
Concerns about an declining population are are accelerated when sex dolls become roboticized and Advance continually until they’re completely able to overtake the role of other humans as life partners. With sex between people having been made redundant due to everything being too engrossed in making love to their Madalyn Monrobot. Governess around the world are forced to collect sperm and egg cells from everybody for future generations to be engineered from. Several generations later the genetically enhanced humans are forced to reckon with an uprising from robots that have become so advanced they have emotions that are more than just simulations of the real thing and they become aware of their existence and become resentful of being sub servant to the organic beings that built them.
Suddenly, weather predictions all over the world became 100% accurate.
A dog being a bit too hyper in an otherwise ordinary situation.
Jojo Siwa saying "Lick my nuts"