Writing prompt : The sun rose today , but has n't set ...

Well, here it goes. I did n't do a lot of editing, I more or less wrote as it came to me, with some changes made for organization. I'm satisfied with it, though. Furthermore, I'm leaving the large space because I'm ( new here ) and do n't know how to make lines. 
 
 
 
 To be perfectly honest, I thought it would be a little more dramatic than this. 
 
 I've seen plenty of movies, read plenty of books about it. Mostly it's depicted as sudden and heartbreaking and terrible- the earth cracking open, volcanoes spewing fire and ash, maybe even a behemoth of a tsunami wiping a coastal city off the map, sending thousands of screaming people to a watery grave. But whoever thought the end of the world would begin so calmly as this? 
 
 The sun has stopped moving. That much is obvious to anyone who cares to look outside. In fact, you do n't even have to go out- there is n't a station on TV that's not talking about it. The clocks tick on, sure, but it seems the universe has picked today to break its own rules and stop making sense. Because screw planet Earth, right? 
 
 The way I see it, humankind was bound to destroy itself sooner or later. We did n't have long to go before we blew ourselves sky-high with nuclear weapons. Or maybe we'd take the slow route, poisoning our own environment for decades until there is nothing consumable left. People are kind of like monsters that way- always consuming, stupidly selfish. Maybe we did n't directly cause the sun to hover in the sky, but I feel, somehow, we're behind it. Maybe God looked down on the world and decided it was time to start over. Maybe planet Earth is alive, and wants us gone once and for all. Maybe the entire universe is falling to pieces. It had a beginning, according to the Big Bang Theory, so it must have an end, right? 
 
 So why no Big Bang in the end? Why only silence, and the smell of fear? 
 
 I do n't know. No one knows. Anything's possible. The point is, the Earth halted its orbit, leaving some of us trapped in an eternal day with the other side of the world frozen in everlasting night. Nobody knows if Earth will ever start moving again. 
 
 Anyways, like I said, I figured we did n't have much longer to go. I just did n't expect today to be the day. 
 
 Most people are worried. Not panicking, because nothing violent has happened yet. Extreme? Sure. But disastrous, deadly? There's no explosions, no chance of immediate and brutal death. If the sun is going to kill us, it will take a while. In truth, people do n't really understand what's going on. They hope it will go back to normal. Me? I'm not worried. Not even scared, honestly. I do n't mind that the world is ending. The volcanoes, the earthquakes, the floods, the storms... they have n't happened yet, but I'm sure they will. That's when people will panic and the dying will start. And though it will be sad... It will also be, in its own strange way, incredibly beautiful. 
 
 So I'll wait here, sipping lemonade, on what began as a typical day and ended as... Oh, wait. It will never end. That's the funniest thing, really. Today will never end. But everything else will.
