The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse Read online

  Personal Apocalypse

  By John Sheridan

  Copyright © 2012

  Personal Apocalypse, John Sheridan

  Books by John Sheridan

  ***

  The Lake of Love

  Dance of Deceit

  Lust Virus: Infection

  Game of Lust

  Life of a Sex Addict

  Personal Apocalypse

  Chapter One: The Dream

  ***

  My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it might burst out through my ribcage. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. A cold shiver ran down the full length of my spine. The atmosphere felt so tense and morbid. The stench of death seemed to hang over me like some kind of foreboding rain cloud. The edges of my vision were blurred. I glanced down at my hands. They were drenched in blood. Unconsciously, I wiped my hands against my shirt. Panic was starting to set it.

  ‘The end is coming,’ spoke a soft female voice.

  I looked into the darkness that surrounded me. It was like I was floating in deep space. There was nothing around me. I could see no ground, no sky, no buildings or structures. I was in a black void of nothingness. A faint click reached my ears. It sounded like someone pulling on the cord of a bathroom light. A light bulb, appearing to hang from the darkness, illuminated a small section of the void. My eyes widened with shock. A sickening sensation filled my stomach. A dead body lay upon the ground. The head had been crushed. Blood, snot and brain matter dripped out like some kind of leaky tap.

  ‘In five days the world will end,’ said the voice.

  I nearly vaulted out of my bed, as I woke.

  Lucy, my furry four legged companion, leapt off the end of my bed in shocked surprise. She gave me a look, which said what-the-fuck-was-that-for? I clutched my hand to my chest. My heart was beating at a million miles an hour. I was covered in a light layer of sweat. The dreams had changed. The theme of the dream was the same. Every night the countdown to the apocalypse continued, but the dreams had changed. I had never seen anything like that. What did it mean? I would soon find out. In five days the world will end.

  Chapter Two: Isabella

  ***

  I unlocked the back door and pulled it open. Lucy shot out into the garden with the speed of a shooting star. Lucy was a cute little Lakeland terrier. She had a beautiful black and tan coat, a tail that stood erect in the air, and a beard that always made me laugh. I sat down on the doorstep in my boxer shorts. The sun was already starting its day and blue skies covered the heavens. I watched in amusement, as Lucy did her morning patrol of the back garden. Next doors cat has a habit of lurking in the bushes by the fence. Lucy would make a grand gesture of rushing at the cat, but the whole act would end with a claw in the nose from the coolest cat that ever lived. I turned my cell phone over in my hand and glanced at the time. She would be calling me any moment now. Isabella never failed to call in the morning.

  My cell phone began to ring.

  Butterflies fluttered in my tummy, as I answered her call.

  ‘Hello?’

  ‘Hey, baby,’ said Isabella. I did love it when she called me that. ‘Did you sleep well?’

  ‘I always sleep well when I think of you.’

  Isabella giggled. ‘You had more naughty dreams, eh?’

  ‘Well, in the dreams you are the naughty one,’ I joked.

  ‘Let’s hope we can turn those dreams into a reality when we finally meet. You still on for tomorrow night?’

  ‘Yes. I can’t stop thinking about it. I will finally get to meet you in person.’

  ‘I know. It feels like I already know you. Joining that dating site was the best decision I ever made in my life. I wish I didn’t have to go to work. I want to see you so badly.’

  ‘It’s only one more day,’ I told her. ‘And then we can finally be together.’

  ‘And I get to suck that long hard cock,’ she giggled.

  A warm sensation headed down between my legs.

  ‘And I get to suck your hot tits.’

  ‘They are yours to suck. Right, I got to go. Will you be online tonight?’

  ‘Yes. I will be,’ I replied.

  ‘Okay, baby. Have a good day.’ Isabella blew several kisses down the phone and hung up. I couldn’t help but smile. Isabella and I had been talking online for nearly six weeks. We have talked about meeting up, but finally the day was coming. Tomorrow night I would finally get to be with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.

  Chapter Three: Five Days

  ***

  It was a little known fact that I was the laziest person in the world. I hated doing any form of physical activity. The problem was that I was a writer. I spent most of my days sitting in front of a computer. My diet was awful. It didn’t matter how good my intentions were I could never maintain a diet. It would only have been a matter of time until I turned into some type of creature that resembled Jabba the Hutt. This was the reason I forced myself to train every single morning. I hated it. It was hard work, but it kept me fit and in shape. It was my morning routine. I would do lots of yoga based stretches, which would then turn into a selection of push ups, sit ups, and squats, and end with a good solid warm down. I was now on push up number fifty-six. I had been training like this for nearly eight months and still my arms felt like they were turning to jelly.

  Lucy watched from her position on the couch.

  Her head would tilt from side to side with every strained grunt that escaped my lips.

  In the background I could hear the television. My television was always on. I know it is a bad habit to leave the television on. I can’t imagine the amount of electricity I am wasting, but for so many years I have dreamt about the apocalypse. In this day and age news travels fast. If something bad has happened then it would be on the television within fifteen minutes. This was why my television was always on. If something happened in the world, I wanted to know about it. I had to know about it. In five days the world would end. Something terrible was going to happen and life, as we know it, will be gone. I have no idea why I am seeing these things. I don’t know why this countdown has continued every single night in my dreams, but the day of destruction is drawing nearer. I am just confused by the news. I don’t know how it is going to happen. Will the devil suddenly appear out of the ground and create some holy war between the astral plains? Will Yellow Stone erupt and destroy the earth? Will a solar flare burn the planet? Will there be some kind of zombie plague? Will a terrorist organisation drop a nuclear weapon and cause world war three? Will an asteroid strike the planet? I have no idea what could possibly happen. I would have thought that there would be some clue in the news, but there was nothing. There were no military stalemates, or tensions that could possible lead to a sudden war. There was no news of anything happening regarding to the sun, space debris, or anything of this type. It was a quiet news day again. The news reporter was more focused on the latest celebrity divorce than anything important. I needed to know how it was going to happen.

  Chapter Four: Clarissa

  ***

  Lucy practically pulled me off the driveway, as we set off on our morning walk. After training, my day officially started. The first thing on the agenda was taking Lucy out into the forest. It didn’t matter what the weather was like, Lucy and I never failed to go out on our walks. She pulled slightly on her lead, as we crossed the road and headed down the street. Several of my older neighbours greeted me with friendly welcomes, as I walked by their homes. These people had lived here longer than me. They had watc
hed me grow up from a shy child, to a cheeky boy, to a grumpy teenager and now into the secluded man that I was. My family had moved back up north, but I had decided to stay down south. This was my home. I had lived here all my life. I loved being so close to the forest, whilst being driving distance to the city, and it just gave me a sort of comfort to know the area like the back of my hand.

  My cell phone began to ring.

  The screen read, “Clarissa”.

  ‘Good morning,’ I sang into the phone. Talking to Clarissa always put a smile on my face. The two of us had been the best of friends since we were children. Our parents had always tried to set us up with each other, but we have never actually officially dated. It isn’t the old cliché about us being like brother and sister. We were not. I think our parents would be shocked if they learned about all the naughty things we had done together over the years. I fancied Clarissa. I know she liked me, too, but we always had boyfriends and girlfriends. I didn’t really register the hot female aspect of my best friend until my early teens when things started happening to my body, but by that time she was already with Tyler. Tyler and Clarissa have had an on and off relationship for years, but every time they are off I was with Samantha. When Samantha and I were not together, Clarissa and Tyler were. Now and again there would be a time where we were both single and when that time occurred we had more sex than most people have hot dinners.

  ‘Morning, Logan. How are you doing today?’

  ‘I’m good. Are you working?’ I replied with a question of my own.

  ‘Nope.’ I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was smiling. ‘I’m just heading out to walk Holly.’

  ‘Great minds think alike.’

  ‘You already out with Lucy?’

  ‘Yes. I am nearly at the forest...’ the conversation was cut short by the sound of furious barking. Something big hit the wooden fence beside us. For a brief moment in time I thought the fence would come away and the beast would break through. I could hear claws scratching to get out. Lucy’s tail tucked down between her legs. It was the same damn thing every single morning. This fucking dog went mental when we walked by its house. Lucy didn’t bark back. She was sixteen years old and a friendly chilled out dog. She didn’t have the slightest bit of aggression or anger in her. We quick stepped along the pavement, but the dog followed us along the fence, barking like some kind of demonic hound. ‘Give me a second, Clarissa.’ I spoke into the phone. Lucy and I turned right on the street corner, which brought us along the front of the evil dog’s property. Two young men, in their late teens, were working on a motorbike in an open garage. They gifted me with a glare. Like owner, like dog. I could see the dog through the metal bars in the back gate. It was big, it was black and it looked like something that belonged in a horror movie. It was a Rottweiler cross. I knew Rottweiler’s in the forest and they were lovely dogs, but this one had something very wrong with it. I kept my head down and carried on walking.

  ‘Sorry about that.’

  ‘Satan’s pup again?’ asked Clarissa.

  ‘Yes. That thing is fucking evil. I wish I didn’t have to walk by its house every time.’

  ‘I don’t envy you.’

  ‘So, what were we saying?’

  ‘I was asking if you are walking Lucy, which you clearly are. Do you want to meet at the usual place?’

  ‘I would like that.’ My smile returned.

  ‘I would, too.’

  ‘I will meet you there in about fifteen minutes?’

  ‘Good. And for your information I won’t be wearing panties today.’ She giggled that naughty giggle and hung up the phone. I could feel something warm gathering in the base of my stomach. Clarissa was such a naughty girl. Did this mean her and Tyler were back on a break? I suddenly started to walk a lot faster than before.

  Chapter Five: Fuck Buddies

  ***

  Lucy wagged her tail at the sight of Holly. Holly was a scruffy brown haired terrier. She was slightly smaller than Lucy and seven years younger. The two of them were practically joined at the hip. Clarissa and I have always taken care of each other’s dogs whenever we have had to go away. The two doggies were practically sisters. They disappeared into the bushes chasing each other. I turned my attention towards Clarissa. She was standing in the middle of the path. I could feel my heart flutter at the sight of her. Clarissa was gorgeous. She was half a head shorter than me and was curvy in places. This isn’t to be confused with fat. Clarissa was not fat. She was curvy. She was like a proper woman with a beautiful hour glass figure. She wasn’t like some skinny model. She was what I would consider a woman should actually look like. Clarissa had a smile that could break hearts and eyes so deep that you could fall into them for eternity. Her long black hair flowed elegantly down her shoulders and seemed to be the perfect frame for her angelic face. Clarissa was wearing a knee high skirt, black gothic boots, and a blouse with several buttons undone, which gave me a perfect view at her delicious cleavage.

  She graced me with her smile.

  ‘Hi.’

  ‘Hey.’

  She stepped into my personal space and pressed her lips up against mine. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the kiss. Clarissa was an amazing kisser. My tongue picked the lock and slipped into her mouth. Slowly, we tilted our heads from side to side. The kiss was deep and caring. It was the type of kiss shared by lovers. Unconsciously, I stroked my right hand up the front of her smooth thigh. At no point did Clarissa pull back. My hand slipped under her skirt, as my fingertips stroked along the slit of her moist pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties. She sighed deeply into my mouth.

  ‘Let’s go someplace more private,’ said Clarissa.

  That sounded like a good idea to me.

  Chapter Six: Alone in the Woods

  ***

  ‘That feels so good,’ she said between deep breaths.

  I kissed her gently on the curve of her neck, as I pinned her up against the trunk of the oak tree. Clarissa was already grinding her hips down against my hand. Two long stiff fingers had parted the wet lips of her pussy and were now penetrating deep into the depths of her body. I was not going hard or rough. I was going slow and deep. I would pull my fingers to the point they nearly slipped out of her body and then push then all the way back inside again. The feel of her plump breasts, beneath her blouse, pressing up against my chest was making me so hard. Clarissa wasted no time in finding out how hard. Her fingertips gently massaged the bulge protruding from my pants.

  ‘I thought you wanted to get back together with him,’ I said.

  ‘I did. At least I thought I did.’

  ‘What changed?’

  ‘Not a single thing...’ She paused momentarily, as I nibbled on her earlobe. ‘I’m tired of being messed around by him. We aren’t kids anymore. He needs to grow up. The date last night was to see if anything had changed, but he still spouted the same excuses and insecurities. Fuck, Logan.’ I was starting to gently corkscrew my fingers between her wet lips. She always did like it when I did this. Her delicate hands cupped my face and she raised my head to share a kiss. It was a beautiful kiss, but it soon turned into something lustful. She started to devour me. It was a clear sign that Clarissa was close. My jaw went into overtime in an attempt to keep up with her kisses. My fingers started to penetrate her faster than before.

  ‘Will you be going out with him again?’ I asked.

  ‘I might do. I don’t know.’

  ‘Do you want to?’

  ‘Yes. I still love him. It’s just...’

  ‘It’s just nothing has changed.’ I finished for her.

  ‘Logan,’ she softly moaned my name. Her breathing had become short and sharp. Those cute little squeaks she makes began to fill the air. Clarissa bit her bottom lip and hugged me tightly. She braced herself for what was about to happen.

  ‘Cum for me, Clarissa,’ I whispered into her ear.

  ‘Yes!’ She cried out.

  I could
feel her pussy grip my fingers, as her hips jolted. It was like someone had just shot an electrical current through her body. Clarissa practically bear hugged me, as her body was consumed with a mind melting orgasm. Her hips began to squirm, as if with a mind of their own. I looked up into the windows of her soul and smiled. Her mouth was hung open. She was gasping for air. Her eyes were wide with a sense of agonising pleasure. My fingers continued to go to work on her. Just because she had cum didn’t mean it was time to stop. I wanted her to feel as special as she actually was. I would increase how deep and hard I could go. I wanted to make this orgasm last for as long as I could.

  ‘Logan. Logan. Logan. Logan,’ she said my name over and over in an erotic chant.

  Our faces were a hair’s length apart.

  She wore a mask of torment and delight.

  Her body jolted several times. Her lips moved like she wanted to talk, but no sound came out.

  Her hands stroked the side of my face.

  The look in her eyes was filled with love. It was a look I had only shared with one other.

  My fingers stopped. Clarissa could breathe. Her head was placed upon my shoulders, as her body continued to shake and quake. I pulled myself out of her. For a long time nobody spoke. Nobody needed to speak. What did we need to say? We had both shared that look. We knew our feeling for each other. I loved her, she loved me, but neither of us could bring ourselves to say it.

  Chapter Seven: Samantha

  ***

  I watched Clarissa walk off with Holly and waved goodbye one final time. I started off home with Lucy. Clarissa had to be at work in an hour, which meant I wouldn’t get to see her for the rest of the day. That made me slightly sad. I was more frustrated about not confessing my true feeling for her. I guess I didn’t want to lose her. Everyone else I had loved in life had either moved away or betrayed me. Clarissa was my last and best friend. What if I confessed my love for her and she didn’t love me back? Our relationship would be forever tainted. I also enjoyed being naughty with her. We were practically in a relationship anyway. We laughed, joked, smiled and spent time together. We made plans together. We went out together. We shared dinner together. And we did more naughty deeds than most married couples do. It was just scary to actually say those words, ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’