The Nightmare The Mirror Saw!!!

Reads: 58  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short Story of a mirror being ripped apart from its owner Isabella.

Submitted: April 27, 2012

A A A | A A A

Submitted: April 27, 2012

A A A

A A A


 

It was a nice sunny day on June 29,1941. Isabella was brushing her long beautfully straight black hair while looking at me. I loved when she looked at me with her innocent sweet face like Pocahontas, since Isabella was Native American herself.
 
All of a sudden, the nice sunny sky turned into a dark almost terrifying black. Isabella became worried with a look of wonder and fear on her face. Still holding me in her hand, I can see us running down the long light-brown stairs to the kitchen, where Isabella's mother was watching the news. She turned to Isabella with a look of fear and horror on her face. She told Isabella there was a horrible tornado coming and they had to find shelter. I can see us running back upstairs, Isabella grabbed Mr. K, her lovable handsome brown teddy bear with one eye missing, from when Isabella was a baby and bit it off.
 
Mother came upstairs as Isabella and I stared out the window, the tornado clouds coming closer and forming a dark screaming swirl of terror. Isabella, her mother, Mr. K and I ran into Isabella's closet and waited in fear hoping this nightmare would end soon. We heard it hitting house after house, our hearts beating faster with every house that went down.
 
Then, all of a sudden, we could hear the roof rip off the house as easy paper ripping in half. We could hear a lot of commotion, as it snatched everything out of Isabella's room and into it's powerful grasp without any hesitation. The closet door flung open from the powerful, cold and heartless winds and eventually broke off it's weaking hinges.
 
I could see Isabella crying and screaming in fear and terror.
The powerful swirling giant started to lift mr. K and I up and out of Isabella's death defying grasp. She loved us dearly and couldn't fathom losing us. Then out of nowhere I was looking at myself getting further and further away from my sweet Isabella. As I get thrown around, I could see Mr. K falling to what seemed like a bottomless hole.
 
The monstous winds were cracking my beautifully untouched face. Piece by piece, I began to fall to some unknown place far below. As I was falling, I was thinking of my sweet Isabella, knowing I would never see her brush her long black hair again. I tried to imagine what Isabella would look like as a wonderful young women, before I could no longer see anything anymore.
The End!


© Copyright 2018 WritingMomxox. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

More Other Short Stories