I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face. “Chris, where is everyone? Are you okay?” I say kneeling down to his face where I wipe away the tears. I start to hear the sirens getting louder, which means it is getting closer and I know I need to get all of us …show more content…
Fear rushes through my body and I start to run towards the outdoor basement. I place Chris on the ground and use the key to open it. I look up into the sky and see the clouds forming into circles that are moving closer and closer. I’m filled with relief when Chris and I are safely inside of the basement. Suddenly I hear a horrible scream from outside. I open the latch and see my mom stuck in the house and the door knob won’t open. “Listen to me very carefully Chris, stay here and don’t leave until someone comes and gets you. I’ll be right back” I say to him seeing worry fill his eyes. I open the latch and run towards the house. I see her screaming at me to go back to the basement, but I refuse. I quickly run around to try to find anything that will open the door. My eyes search everywhere and finally I find a hammer in my dad’s part of the garage. I smash the door knob and my mom runs out and embraces me with tears falling down her face. I look off into the distance and see two huge tornados coming towards our house. “We need to move right now” I yell at my mom pushing her towards the basement. The wind pulls me backwards making it impossible to move. I find the strength to make it to the basement and use all my power to open the
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
Looking out at the mountain the sky above its forest had rapidly grown dark. But I could still see the maelstrom of thunder clouds that were whirling around one another through the last wisps of daylight as if the gods were becoming angry. From my spot on my bed the storm looked like it was building itself up to bring forth a crushing blow that might level all the trees of the
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
I awoke in the forest. It was evening, the sun had long set. The smell of the woods surrounded me, almost suffocating me with the musk. I gazed before me as I stood, no lights, no way to see the path. I was lost, the thick trees blocking any light that might guide me. I began to walk slowly, watching each step carefully. The silence pressed against my ears, it was deafening. My eyes began to adjust to the pressing darkness with each step, and I noticed I was in a large clearing. Fear gripped me, how I gotten here or, why, I did not know.
It was late I thought. Almost midnight yet I was still unable to sleep. I stared thoughtlessly at the moving shadows mumbling to myself, "it was just a story" but in my heart I knew it wasn't, it was more than a story, much, much more. Then, a crow appeared in the middle of my room. The crow stared at me with such intensity that I fell backwards into the safety of my pillow. I stared at the crow in shock as it disappeared into my closet and that's when I heard it, a long piercing whine that was like a nail to a chalkboard. I prayed that it would go away, I prayed with all my heart but it stayed there continuing its long whine. It was then when I caught a glimpse of it. I saw two glowing bloodshot eyes stare at me. I let out a scream born from terror and almost immediately my dad came bursting into my room. He stared at me with confusion but all I could do was point a shaking finger at my closet door. Cautiously, my father marched into the closet door only to find nothing inside. Then, without warning, the closet door slammed shut along with my father still inside.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I don't know here to go. I can't believe I am lost in the forest that the serial killers met. Trying to have ATM signal, I can only pray and hope it work .The cold weather and the darkness is killing me. Right now all that I wish for is to go home and to be around people that makes me feel safe and protect. Never experiencing this before, I do not know what to expect. I have to maintain myself calm, but the worst thoughts do not leave my head. My mouth is dry and my heart racing because I heard steps coming on my direction. Right now my eyes are full of tears and my soul is overwhelmed. Waking to the tree, I hope to find a place to hide; However I now that I will not be safe. I see a men, my eyes are freeze, I am
Do you remember the night of June 25, 2010? Did that night ever scare you? Did it make you scared of storms? On June 25, 2010, my mom, sister, and I were at home watching the news because there were tornado watches and warning out in Lyon County. When they canceled watches and warnings, my sister and I went to bed. My mom just got off the phone with my dad and so she went to the windows to watch. My mom saw the sky start to get a weird color more than normal. It almost looked like it was black. The wind started to pick up and it was getting faster. My mom told us to grab a blanket and we were just going down stairs to sit and wait for dad to get home. When my mom opened the basement door, our ears popped and my sister’s
Waking up on a Monday, just like any other day, I got up from my warm bed and got ready for a hot shower, everything appeared extremely quiet but I didn't really worry about it since it was very early in the morning. I finished the shower, put on black pants and a blue shirt, and got ready for my classes and still no indication of any noise or movement, I got outside in the hallway and walked all the way to the stairs and oddly enough I didn't run into anybody as I usually do. As I'm rushing through the streets to my class I didn't see any cars or students around me, all the stores are closed, yellow and red leaves are flying everywhere, as the sharp winds ran through my nose, I was trying to figure out what was happening. At this moment I'm freaking out, I have no idea what to do, I run as fast as I can to my class, realizing that I'm the only soul alive.
Everyone has their “home away from home”; mine has been always the library. I spent many days in the library in school or in my home town. Some people get the advantage of starting their literacy journey early in life such as Alonzo Weston. According to his article “Reading remains a key to success”, between a few of his family member he was always surrounded by books. Unlike Weston, Cheryl Barnett-Bay didn’t realize her passion for reading and writing until she came to college. I, however, I realized mine was more towards writing than reading, but I still enjoyed reading. Even though my “second home” has always been the library, I still feel like I am still struggling with reading because of the teachers I had in school, my issues with comprehension, and reading books I did not like.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz...” My alarm seems to shout louder and louder as it fills my room. I take a deep, full breath as my eyes hit the darkness of the room. I slide out of bed, somewhat dreading the long day ahead. I look out my window; there’s nothing, nothing but black.
As the sky begins to brighten to a gray, and the stars that were so brilliant just seconds ago begin to grow dim, my imagination starts to picture things moving that are really nothing but shadows in the trees. It is as if the shadows are racing around trying to find their owners before the sun peeks its gleaming face up over the horizon. A deer jumps from its bed, scaring the horses and pumping a quart of adrenaline through my system, as my pistol jumps to my hand. Once I realize it is just a deer, I put my pistol back in its holster.
Sometimes I wish there is only one language in the world which all human speaks fluently, so that everyone in the world can express their own ideas clearly and can understand others thoroughly. If this was true, the world will certainly be a much better place. Because many wars probably could be avoided by a long and deep conversation between the leaders of the opposing countries. An interpreter might be able to translate what one is saying to another language, but without emotions and genuineness. Imagine if Obama speaks the same language as Xi Jinping, so they could show some “love” for each other. The United States of America and People’s Republic of China might not be at odds with each other.
It was a rainy night. The dark clouds blocked the moon light from hitting the ground. Down on Earth, the Evergreens and other plants and trees shook violently in the wind. The rain water from above crashed onto them violently. The ground was covered with leaves and broken branches, barely visible during a night like this. There was also a great amount of fog throughout the woods. The huge mountains in the East were barely visible from here. There was a small town nearby, just across the road. The small trees around the houses were being illuminated by the faint lights of the lanterns that were put outside. Everything was silent, for it was late at night.
It happens more often than not- waking in the middle of the night. As I become conscious of my surroundings, I am filled with a sense of foreboding. The soft hisses and puffs escaping my loved ones lips while deep in the throes of sleep provide the only distraction from the all-encompassing silence. As I strain to hear the sounds of life surrounding me the ominous sensation of being alone, abandoned, is ignited within me. It feels as if my loved one have left and gone to somewhere that I am no longer welcomed and I must stay behind, long forgotten. As I open my sleep filled eyes the only object visible across the vast charcoal void are the numbers on the alarm clock, glowing a garish, violent red as if to say “we are watching”.
On April 29, 2014, I was at my grandmother 's house visiting her for a couple of minutes. When my family and I left her house everything surrounding us was peaceful. As soon as we head back home on yadkin road. The sky that was once a beautiful baby blue is now dark cloudy grey. The sky almost look as if it is midnight but its only the afternoon.The rain is pouring from the sky making the windows of the car fog up making it unable to see from the inside the car. Trees have fallen down in the middle of the street blocking driveways and parts of the street. The head lights from the car shine on a house that 's roof have been crushed by a tree revealing the tree 's roots and a hole in the ground where the tree had been. Power lines are in the middle of the street swinging everywhere as sparks of