Inside the Storm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

A girl coming home from school becomes lost inside a storm. With no way to get out,she finds herself walking inside the biggest storm in her life. Will she survive?

The wind blew the trees to a side. They looked like hands grasping out to catch the ground but, always missed. The fallen leaves swirled in the air, all different shapes and colors. The rain was ice cold like frost. It stung the earth’s surface and anything between the sky and earth. My feet dug into the earth as I tried to get home. I held onto the coat I was wearing. The wind tugged my hair back as if trying to braid it. I shook and gasped from the rain. The wind made my eyes water. My heart was beating, trying to bust out of my chest. I couldn’t see anything in the gloomy,gray,dusty distance. All I saw were the trees, dirt, and grass that surrounded me. I knew it was going to catch me soon.

I kept forcing my body to move forward. My legs felt like jelly and my back a mush. My mind was working out the pieces but, it was too big a puzzle for my mind. The rain lightened but, just got colder at the same time. It felt like ice cubes sliding down my back and off my nose. The only heat I had was my body heat. The wind dried my throat to a crisp. I looked back. Nothing in sight. Suddenly I heard a groan and KABOOM!!! A maple tree fell in front of me. I was shocked, frozen to place. I shook out my shock and continued. All fear was supposed to leave my strict mind, but it just grew stronger. The fear knew it and I knew it but, I couldn’t give up. I should’ve known that it was only half a mile away.

I couldn’t help but feel lost. Lost inside a storm, a tornado, a flood. I kept going, my heart beating fast. The wind had gotten more intense and the rain stung like fire. My eyes were filled with dust. Everything was a blurred picture. An unrealistic movie was being shown to me from my dusty vision. The earth felt like it shook in every step I took. I started to hear it. I tried to run away but, I was paralyzed  with fear. All of a sudden, a gray shape came into my sight. It had a thunderstorm inside, an ocean of water, it shook and shaked. My body started to move into the mother of all tornadoes. Leaves blew around me. My coat was being pulled up alongside my hair. I tried to pull away but, the suction was too strong, too strong. It was like a giant vacuum cleaner in the sky.  I was sucked into the tornado. Not to be seen by the outside world. Never to be seen again.

I was swirled around and around by the tornado. I felt queasy and light headed at the same time. My body was forced to go wherever the wind took me. All I could move was my eyes. My eyes swept back and forth, filled with fear and curiosity.  Wood picket fences swirled, turned, and spun around. A car’s alarm set off as it hit a Target cart. So many objects  were torn up by the tornado. Even some birds were out of control.Everything was swirling around me. I felt my stomach twist and slosh around. My mouth opened without my permission and sent out my lunch mixed with bile. I rubbed my mouth to get rid of the taste. It wasn’t a problem for the wind dried out the putrid taste. I hugged myself and waited. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the tornado.

The grass waved back and forth with the breeze. The blue sky showed soft, fluffy clouds. The sun beat down on my bare skin. I opened my eyes. My eyelashes brushing the grass. I sat up and stared at the sky. The tornado was gone. The rain and wind had left with it. What had happened? I do not know. All I saw was my coat on the grass, ripped into shreds. I got up and started to walk. I didn’t know where I was going but, I felt a need to use my legs. All I wanted was to go home.


Submitted: December 13, 2014

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ruicamacho

Your writting is beautiful. As for the story I can't help to think if this is an metaphore open to interpretation or not. If so, what secrets does this story hold?

Sat, December 13th, 2014 8:16pm

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