Tales from the Tornado

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
Can't really explain it because I suck at summaries and she/he {you the reader decide it} has no name so...

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PS: I wrote this story in November but I never got to type it. It took me three days to finish typing and proof-reading this so I'd appreciate the comments :).

Submitted: February 05, 2010

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Tales from the Tornado
It was night. A dark night. The night that should have told me to stay home. The night that sucked everything up.
I sat on the couch ignoring the news that said to take cover in your basement. It said it was the worst tornado of the year. But those things are always fake right? I changed the channel and watched my favorite show. Three hours later, nothing has happened. Ha, worst tornado of the year, yeah right! But soon the lights start dimming till it is only dark, and the TV starts fading until there is no sound. It is quiet. Too quiet. The only sound is the annoying banging of a tree branch against my window. I have nothing else to do so I grabbed a flashlight, shears, and a raincoat.
Outside, it is pouring and pitch black. The branch sways as if trying to break in and take cover in my home. It is hard to see but I continued to walk towards the tree. As I approached, I am surprised the tree didn’t break through my window. It seemed to bang louder outside than in. Everything was blurry with the rain and wind, but I was able to cut the tree branch down in a matter of minutes.
Looking back, it is like my house has been engulfed by the darkness. I tried to feel my way to the door without success. Then I remember I had a flashlight! I checked my pockets but nothing is there. I must have dropped it when I was cutting the tree branch down.
I tried to walk towards the tree, this time harder since there is no sound to lead me towards it. I am able to find it with the light still on, and giving the batman signal. I took it and easily find my front door. As I went inside to dry and tossed my keys on the coffee table, I realize I forgot my shears. Again I went out into the rain and found my shears on the front porch. As I reach for it, I hear a door slam.
I turn to see a closed front door. Just great! I left my keys in the house. I started to curse as I bent over {in search of my spare key} and my lower back pain started to flare up. When I found my key, I felt like fainting but I pull myself together.
As I was about to open the door, the wind picks up extra sending my hair into my mouth and eyes for shelter. Another part of my hair though seemed to be being pulled out and swallowed. I turned around to see what’s going on and freeze in my tracks. For what I saw was not what I ever expected. They were right. I saw a swirling dark cloud a block away consuming everything in its path forward and behind. I saw what I thought and hoped I would never see in my lifetime up close. I saw a tornado.
It came faster while I stood there seeing it growing bigger in size. Finally I came back to reality and broke down the door, ignoring the splinters and ripped flesh that was once my virtually flawless skin. I ran for the basement automatically and heard my house being torn apart. It was the second most frightening sound I have ever heard. I made the mistake of glancing back and wish I hadn’t. The site was almost enough to make me freeze in my tracks again, but after being so close up with the tornado, nothing is that scary to me that much anymore.
I busted through the basement door forgetting the stairs. The door closed behind me as I fell down the stairs until I felt no more pain as I slipped into unconsciousness.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed is that my roof is gone. Listening hard for a few minutes, I assumed the tornado is gone also. I examined the damage on my body and find a couple of scrapes and bruises. Nothing too bad compared to what could have happened. The worst I got was a broken left arm.
Wanting to leave the horrible site where my house that cost thousands and thousands of dollars and took years to build which was just ruined in a matter of minutes, I left through the single broken window in the basement.
What I see outside is horrific. I saw trees ripped from their roots and chewed up. I saw a once beautiful garden filled with colors only experienced through crayons, look like a herd of elephants trampled over it until they tired. I saw houses look like pancakes with bites taken out and the concrete below, look like a massive earthquake got to it. But the most horrific thing I see and never ever wanted to see was dead disassembled bodies lying in between the cracks on the ground, covered in dried reddish brown, looking like fossils.

I See The Effects Of The Tornado.


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