Doomsday Stories

Comet Quetzalcoatl—technically Comet C-2014/UN271, but called Comet Q because of some inane conspiracy theory connecting it to the gods of the Aztec calendar—curled across half the sky, visible even in the daytime, looking to Lena like the arched eyebrow of a disapproving parent. Surely the end of the world was at hand. It meant nothing of course, the comet was just another dead space rock from the Oort Cloud, unfortunate...

"Bobby, I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." Piper gently pulled her boyfriend's hand out from under her panties. His fingertips had just grazed the fringes of her feathery pubic hair when she came to her senses and remembered what her mother had told her. She dropped her poodle skirt down over her legs again and Bobby rolled back over into the driver's seat with a dejected sigh. So close, and yet so far. "Sorry, Ba… Sorry,...