During week 12 of ‘Writing Apocalypse, we were asked to read Mary Karr’s Disappointments of the Apocalypse, then come up with our own ‘Disappointments of the Apocalypse’ poem.
I got so caught up in my history assignment yesterday that I completely forgot about blogging. As an apology, I’m going to post twice today.
In the end, our destruction came from far away, beyond our lands, beyond even the beyond.
The writing in this book is good, not great, and the characters and tropes are a trifle cliché, but I enjoyed this book nonetheless.
Lust turned to confusion, then terror, as loud tremors announced the first impact.
He did not wish for more time, though the opportunity to cause more mayhem would be welcome.
Heimdall watched, eyes hard, as Loki lay, wounded and broken, on the frozen ground.
How much can change in sixty seconds? An idea. A thought. A text received. A text answered. A life can end. A life can begin. A proposal – the beginning of a lifetime together. Perhaps the apocalypse could happen in sixty seconds.
I took a course at uni entitled Writing Apocalypse: Histories and Speculation. Our first assignment was to write a 500 word piece with the theme of ‘apocalypse’ inspired by, or in response to, our course readings and tutorial discussions. We were allowed to interpret the word ‘apocalypse’ rather broadly. This is my piece as it was submitted. Next week, I will re-post this piece incorporating the changes that were suggested by my marker. I recieved 76% for this assessment, but I personally feel like I should have scored much lower because I failed to convey to my marker that the piece was meant to be a person mourning a loved one killed after texting and driving, rather than a conventional apocalypse.
The worst part about the apocalypse isn’t the zombies.