The world is going to end on December the 21st, 2012… or so the Mayans would have us believe anyway.
The Mayan calendar only actually goes up to that date, marking the end of an epoch and the beginning of another, or giving the date for the Apocalypse.
Nobody really knows.
I've read quite a lot on the subject and the evidence to support the "it's-the-end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it" speculation is extraordinarily weighty. In fact, to the man on the street who doesn't know a solar flare to a case of sunburn, it's all too convincing.
The theory goes that the alignment of the planets in our solar system and the position of our solar system in relation to the Milky Way on that day, will leave us open to a massive drenching of solar energy (i.e. radiation).
Now I've just encapsulated the whole theory in one neat little paragraph but it'd take a whole book to put it across properly, so I'll stop right there.
What I want to tell you about is an Anthology of short stories about the End of the World according to the Mayan Calendar thingy-majig. Severed press want short stories based around AD2012; which, incidentally, is what it's called.
I've got till April to sort a story out, (plenty of time), and to do all my research, (what research? I know the subject backwards).
So I think I'll make the deadline.
Right, the story…
Well I had a think about it last night.
My story development process normally revolves around the beginning, then the end, the characters and then the bit in the middle.
So my beginning will start off with the hero, or maybe the villain… yes, he'll be a villain, watching the world through lead lined glass as the first invisible spears of radiation hit the world. (Invisible spears of radiation… I like that one, it stays).
The ending of any short story must have a twist. I hate short stories that dwindle off into an artistic nothingness leaving the reader to guess at what happened.
Realisation of a definite point is far better than aimlessly contemplating on what the writer might have meant, is my school of thought on an ending.
As it happens, I have an ending already so I'm one sixteenth of the way there already.
April, watch out Severed press, I'm gonna knock your socks off, lol.