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The Day The Bomb Dropped

Short story By: Dustwind13
Literary fiction



A man sits watching children play outside, until the beauty takes a fall.


Submitted:Dec 14, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I sit here, staring out the window awe-stuck by the huge, mushroom-topped clouds that set in from the bombs. As I stared, I found myself unable to stop staring from person to person as they were incinerated by the sheer heat emanating from the decimated rubble of the building that was hit. I began to if this was all a dream, I decided to try and sleep off this nightmare. I awoke, too horrified to look out the window, I rushed downstairs to my coat. I dawned the heavy brown leather, and rushed outside, I began to walk down the street as it started to snow. The cold began to relive me, only for a second, I saw the shadows charred into the walls. The corpses lining the street, and the obliterated office that the bomb. As it all closed in on me, I wondered, is this snow, or is it ash.





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