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The end of the world approaches.
The 15 for 15 contest is held about once every nine months or so. The way it works is that every day at 8:30 WDC time, a picture prompt is posted. You have 24 hours to post your story that the prompt inspires. Here is the interesting part: You only have 15 minutes to write your story. You can think about it all day but once you start writing, 15 minutes is what you get.

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#994771 by Legerdemain


The contest is limited to 50 competitors. Each day, there are 5 winners. First place will get 1004 points, second place will get 1003 points etc. The person with the most total points at the end of the 15 day contest is the winner.

The prompt for this story is below the story.

My Entry

Almost no one was hanging around for the Big Freeze.

No big surprise really. After all, there were so many more interesting ways to die.

In the early days, when we first found out about the sun’s problems, people scrambled for answers. Maybe we could live underground. Maybe we could fly off in spaceships. Maybe the math was wrong.

The math wasn’t wrong. There would be no escape save one.

“Opting Out” became a major industry.

There were so many ways to it: fun ways, scary ways and slow painful ways for the mal-adjusted amongst us.

I ran my own business.

The Big Drop is what I called it.

People were signing up weeks in advance. I could barely stay up with demand.

Here is how it worked. I set you up in a parasail and push you off the edge. Depending on the winds, you could fly around for hours. However, once you dropped below five hundred feet, the sail collapse. A few seconds later, it was all over.

People loved this idea.

Now the lines are much thinner than before. It’s not that the business has lost its charm. It’s just that there are no more customers.

This morning, I got up late. The line was empty. I spent a few minutes with my coffee, watching the sun, what was left of it. I tried to remember what it was like; when the sun hung large in the sky, heating up the world.

Anyway, my coffee is done and I think I am as well.

Putting the gear on myself was harder than I thought.

Making that final leap…that was easy.
The end of the world approaches.
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