I still don't know what I'm doing. This is the second draft of something I wrote in school. We get writing prompts, and due to my strange nature I try to write something that nobody would've expected. I decided to type this up and post it here because I'm bored. Don't kill me!

The light in the zoo was broken. Or at least that must have been what the animals thought: the sun never came up this morning. I figured this was a sign that the world wasn't going to last much longer.

At around 7:06 a.m., my suspicion was confirmed. Surprisingly, the end was pretty dull: no explosions, no fires, no epic battles between the savage angel armies of the heavens and the malicious souls commanded by Satan. In fact, as far as I could tell, there was no fanfare at all. It was not fitting at all for an already legendary event that had been prophesized since the beginning of humanity. But that's the way of this world. Rarely do things go as planned. Last night I had dinner at a nice restaurant with my dad and stepmother. For the first time in the fourteen years that I've known her, I actually called her my stepmother. And I didn't regret it while I was lying in bed last night. That was Sunday.

Nobody looks forward to Monday mornings. I sure wasn't looking forward to seeing those caged-up animals today. I would've rather slept through it all. So when all of the animals and I unexpectedly...died, should I have been relieved? Relieved by the infinite genocide of God's creations? That would be so wrong. Such a cataclysm puts all of life's moments, the best and the worst, into perspective. At least you're above ground. Unfortunately when I died, I found myself looking down the stairway to hell. This, too, was unplanned. Too late to contemplate my sins, now, though. (-) happens, and this is where I end up. I probably could have guessed beforehand. Oh well.

I put my foot down very carefully and clutched the rail. Then I realized that the polished wood grain of the rail was only an illusion on top of a stream of fire, so I released it. My foot landed on something soft and squishy. It was probably an exotic snake from the tropical exhibit. That had been my favorite exhibit. I used to converse with the snakes daily. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I had been sent to hell.

A thought came to me: I could just go back up the stairs and avoid my punishment. What was there to lose? I was dead (besides, with all of humanity gone, there was not much left for me on Earth) and my soul's destiny was already eternal damnation. The only sensible way to go was up. I turned around, prepared to do the impossible. I felt the aura of something all-powerful. Maybe that omnipotent something was me - maybe it was all of us.

My heart pounding, I took a step. Then something indescribable came before me. I couldn't see it or sense it: I just knew it was there. "Get back down there!" it commanded. I screamed and ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I don't have half of Lucifer's balls.

Amusing.

The main characters death doesn't get enough attention to make it clear to me when I first read it. Maybe describe it a little more instead of jumping to "Unfortunately when I died, I found myself looking down the stairway to hell.".

I like it, it has more potential than an ungrounded toaster in the bathtub.

Thanks for the feedback, guys. Should I continue posting this sort of stuff here?

Certainly.

Yes!!!

Absolutely.

Word.

Pretty good hook there man. Good story. Not jazz related? I read all of this in just a minute haha.

Peace

All text is good text, I doubt anyone will complain unless the stuff gets X-rated (And even then, I'm not too sure.)