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(How many doomsdays could there possibly be?)
By Allan Edward Tierney
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Doomsday Dawns contains science fiction short stories and poems bringing to life forty radically different scenarios of Mankind at risk from total annihilation. Author Allan Edward Tierney brings to life his conceptions of alien invasion and other fantastic, dramatic, comic and horrific scenarios in the most atmospheric, compelling and imagination-inspiring way. What do you think? How many doomsdays could there possibly be?
THE GREAT HUMAN FEEDING FRENZY OF 2018 It all came as quite a shock. I'd heard it on the news a few days earlier. Suddenly the sales of a huge range of products had dropped like a stone. At the same time the streets and shops had all become so much busier. No one could understand it. It was as I was talking to my next door neighbor Fred, that I first noticed it… The craving. It was just a niggle at first. Like an itch you can’t scratch. In a matter of minutes all I knew was that I HAD to have Pepsodent toothpaste. It sounds ludicrous I know. Mad. I didn’t know why, I didn’t know where. I just knew I HAD to HAVE some of the stuff! It was ridiculous. It was totally irrational. And surely it would go away I told myself. But it didn’t. That night I was plagued with just one thought. Pepsodent. Get it! Now! Early that night I took some sleeping tablets and went to bed, looking for any relief I could find. By morning this strange manic desire would surely be just a memory. But it wasn’t. It was still very much on my mind. And that’s not all. It had been joined by a sister longing. For WRIGLEY’S GUM. Now this was getting serious. And what’s more the intensity of the need for these products was growing. I paced the apartment for the next hour unable to keep my feet still and my brain from repeating the names of these products and the banal slogans associated with them. And you know something? I wasn't even sure these products still existed! It was no longer of any use fighting it. I couldn’t control the longing, this overwhelming imperative, now screaming so loud in my head that I MUST find these two items that I couldn’t remember even thinking about for years! I made my way quickly to the door and ran down the stairs two or three at a time. The street scene which greeted me at my front door came as a shock. I live in a relatively quiet area, nothing much goes on there, I’m within the city but it’s a leafy suburb, in no way a main street. The place was alive with bodies. And there were no leisurely walkers here. Everyone seemed to be in a frantic rush. Their heads were whipping about as they strode quickly this way and that, sometimes breaking into a short run before standing seemingly nonplussed for a while before striding off, sometimes in a completely different direction. I can tell you I was pretty confused at this scene for a moment or two. But in a matter of seconds I understood the whole thing. For I was off and running - it was as if my legs had taken over from my brain. They had a mind of their own. Driven by the excruciating need which now filled every cell. I MUST HAVE PEPSODENT!!!! I MUST HAVE WRIGLEY'S!!!! I shot off in the general direction of the nearest snake of bodies, glancing here and there, to the left and right, up and down. My body had become like some demented alien searcher scanning frantically for nourishment. Within an exhausting ten minutes we reached our first shop. The snake poured right in. There were no assistants. There were products but they were scattered in an incredible chaos, wrapping papers, torn boxes, foodstuffs and juices smeared and trampled underfoot, spattered on walls and rolling around under our feet. No sooner were we inside than we were back out again scurrying along the sidewalk like warrior ants in convoy. My feet were beginning to feel the pace and I noticed some of those around me no longer even had shoes on their feet. Their trouser legs and stockings were tattered and in some cases exposed feet were bleeding. Yet still they ran on. Relentlessly. Seeking who knew what. We reached main street and what had been fright within me soared to the realms of terror. The whole width of the road was packed with a heaving black and bleeding mass of humanity. In my terror I did manage to notice one or two things. There were no children or teenagers and few women. Everyone looked to be in their late fifties, no younger. There weren’t that many very old people either. I’d no idea what to make of these observations at the time. They registered only dimly within the screaming tornado of insistent longing that filled my mind. I cried in my bitter frustration; in my fierce addiction. I recognized now what it was to be addicted. I suddenly felt total empathy for all drug addicts who I had previously only looked down upon. I realized, suddenly and totally what they went through each and every blessed day. I cried then like a baby and only stopped when my tear ducts finally ran dry. Not for the drug addicts, though I suppose it was for them as well, but mainly it was for me. What was happening to me? Why was I feeling like this? I was totally out of control. I couldn’t stop this. Within the great writhing multitude various individual snakes darted this way and that in unison, like the vast masses of starlings I’d observed in the night sky or great shoals of fish deep in the ocean I’d watched on TV. We moved instinctively, searching frantically. The shops were being cleaned out of everything as the terrific mass of bodies entered them constantly, swirled around every corner, and then ran kicking and smashing anything which was not what they sought out of the door and onto the street. The noise was deafening. Apart from the sound of the debris being constantly thrashed here and there, the greatest noise of all was the wall of sound generated by the moans and screams of the people themselves. Within the collective sound were many competing walls of sound which in a grotesque way at times almost harmonized with each other. Mostly however, there was total cacophony. But, it did register with me that one of the loudest communal screams was one single, well-known word... COKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The 'o' sound was a voiced in a painfully long, howling, plaintive cry, like a beast in utmost pain. It constantly made my stomach convulse in agonized palpitation to hear it. I was told later that some of the lucky ones had managed to locate some existing supplies of Coca Cola. I call them lucky, but I wonder if that's the right word. They had drunk themselves to death. But, at that moment when I craved PEPSODENT and WRIGLEY'S like my life depended upon it I would have thought them the luckiest souls on Earth. It may seem like a hard, cruel thought but they were lucky to be no longer rabid and screaming, they were indeed lucky to be dead. Unknown to us in the mob, the scientists were already feverishly pondering this. Some of course were directly affected and were useless to anyone, being down on the street with the rest of us. But the younger and somewhat older members of the scientific establishment were strangely unaffected and they worked day and night to understand what was going on and to find some way to end it.
Allan Edward Tierney is of Scottish descent. He is married, and lives in Bratislava, capital of the Slovak Republic. He is a contributor to, owner and administrator of The Woodland Poets Community, a forum for the submission and discussion of stories and poetry of every imaginable kind.
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