I wrote a short story about the end of the world, or about god and the devil. It happens to be the first story I’ve finished in quite some time. You can read it here.

The creature crossed dried riverbeds. Rain was as a forgotten memory. The creature walked where grand forests had once stood. Now these sites were chilling images of death and decrepitude. What trees still stood upright were lifeless, gray and black in color. Not even the insects survived. It smelled like mummification. There was nothing left here to decompose the dead.