Beardly Fiction’s Journal for the End of the World

Follow us as we document the collapse of society!

 

Apocalypse Day1,037

I laid me down to sleep last night,

when I woke I stood at that pearly gate.

My heart pounded, it was a fearful sight.

Not Peter, an old gnome was to decide my fate!

 

Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper

January 1, 2023

Gargelson’s Inferno!

“I’m quite certain those damn gnomes are digging NEW LEVELS in hell!”

 

Apocalypse Day1,049

Well, my friends, I have an appointment with HR. 

Again…

Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper

January 13, 2023

Wake up Sausage Van Winkle!

“Not gonna say that Ken’s Zoom calls are quite boring…but…”

 

Apocalypse Day1,085

I was rummaging through the break room…uhh…kitchen fridge the other day for my lunch, but it was nowhere to be found.

“Where the harphermarph is my gardafarging sammich?” I wondered quietly to myself…

Author: Ken Gack, the Ripper

February 18, 2023

One Sammich with Everything!

“That’s what you get for not putting your name on your leftovers…”

 

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