That was the message sent out to everyone everywhere. That warning materialized itself to all in any way it could in a single impossible moment and with it came the knowledge that their very existences was running out of time. There was no destruction to avert, no higher power to turn to and no salvation to seek out - only the sudden and unavoidable end to it all.
To put it simply, reality was about to run out fuel. Everyone and everything ran on that fuel and now their source had run dry. One by one, things would slowly fade out of existence until there was nothing left. Someone standing right next to you could just suddenly stop for good and they'd remain motionless statues stuck in time until they were erased from the world. That was the nature of their end.
This story follows the lives of a group of people coming to grips with this quiet little apocalypse. Different people find different ways to cope with the coming end and each end came on at its own time with no way anticipate it. Some might choose to spend this remaining time together, some may seek out some last bit of hope and some simply wish to understand how and why their time is up. Reality counts down to its final moments and but only time will tell if these people made the moments up to them count.
Like by week three an entire town might have frozen up way ahead of anywhere else and one story focuses on visitors going there to get a sneak peak of what the end will look like.
By week six it's commonplace to see people frozen in place on streets and people would start noticing that some of those that were frozen suddenly disappear.
And by week ten, the streets are empty. Even frozen people are a rare sight and those that are still moving around are finding themselves devoid of appetite. Heat has been drained out of the world too but they don't feel cold like they should.
The ending would have a pair of lovers going around town settling some personal things on their own until they meet up again at a view over the town since they wanted to wait out the end together. The guy gets there first but the girl only just misses him and she spends her last moments sitting with his frozen self as the world whites out in front of her.
Since when did you fall under the impression I'm not a major fan of Kubo? That's right, that blasted page is what inspired this one. This has my most favorite ending out of all my submissions. If I ever get around to writing shorts out of these, this will be an anthology of stories about characters coping with the end with interconnecting elements in them to lead up to the ending. The stories I still remember would be about two dudes(one secretly gay for the other) messing around at a funeral parlor, a lone researcher girl keeping a diary of her observations of the end, a big family that's disappearing one by one, a pair of people chosen by the gods to live in their world as specimens who are faced with the choice to either live or die with their loved ones and a radio dj who wants to liven up last days on earth.