The Tsar Bomba
By Rhys Younger
It happened in the dark.
It was the twenty-second of June 1941 and I was only six years of age however, I remember every single detail. My father had just tucked me into bed after a long day at the market, trying to sell some of our livestock.
He whispered in my ear; “Sladkiye sny,Vlad.” ‘sweet dreams, Vlad’, then walked out of my small room, his boots knocking at the timber floor, making my bed vibrate.
Soon after, when I was on the verge of falling asleep, a bright flash light shone in through my window, lighting up my whole room like a light bulb. Then I heard the voices, deep raspy voices, barking at each other like a pack of animals. I couldn't understand a thing they were saying.
It was then that my parents must have woken up. I could hear them getting out of bed, talking in hushed voices.
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“Vlad,” she whispered in Russian, “you must hide quickly. The Germans, they are here.” Now I understood. “Where’s father?” I asked in a soft whispery voice.
“Shh. He left the house. Now go hide in the roof. I can’t fit in there with you. Okay?” I started crying silently as I entered my wardrobe. Mother kissed me on the cheek then helped me into the manhole that led into the roof storage area. She put the trapdoor back into place.
“Good luck Vladislav.” She said through the piece of wood. “I love you.” Then she
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Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors were locked without a sign of anyone going near them.
I guess my story must begin on Christmas day 1911. I was 8 at the
I am a second year high school student here to explain the lethality of a bomb so powerful it destroys entire cities leaving only a mushroom cloud and extreme levels of radioactivity in the aftermath. The nuclear bomb or “nuke” was invented by Albert Einstein in the manhattan project from 1939-1945. It was used to end WW2 by bombing major cities in Japan, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, killing about 200,000 people. Seeing how powerful the bomb can be, the world continued to research on how to make the bomb more powerful, thus discovering the tsar bomba, the most powerful nuke up to this day in history. Up to this day they are being improved to be bigger, deadlier, and longer range. Today almost every country has some sort of nuclear weapon, and it is said that, that is enough to destroy planet earth or make it uninhabitable. Nuclear weapons are one of the most dangerous weapons known to man.
When I became conscious, the same fluorescent lights were shining down on me. This time, there was a man in all white whose face was silhouetted by the lights. I thought I was dead and that I was looking at an angel.
“Hide!” Lily shouted to her family, as they began searching for places to hide in that small house. Her father’s immediately and without hesitation hide under the small and cramp spaces under the bed along wither mother. While Lily’s brother already disappeared in the shadows of the shelves. Lily stood their frozen, her heart raced like the motor of the fastest car in the Indianapolis 500. She didn’t know where to hide in with parents or brother, or just give herself up.
One night I decided to be brave and find out what was out there. Maybe someone is trying to tell us something and if I get close enough I would be able to hear what it is saying.
I, however, woke up at five thirty and woke them up as well. “Iris, go back to bed,” my mother groaned as she tried to sleep.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
When I came too, I was in a bimy light room, it was damp and clod room. My back and neck hurt. I felt as if a was hit by a 18 wheeler. There was ringing in my hears. My head was pounding. Mu vision was blurry. I could hear voices and sounds I could not make out. But it was very slowly come too. Now that I was more wake I could see, who was in the room with.
I woke up, but was I really up, I couldn't see anything but I can hear voices. I can hear the voices of my mom Ashley, my older sister Luna, my dad Ben, and one voice I didn't recognize. The only thing I can remember was seeing a car coming towards me. So I must have gotten in a car accident. And so the voice I heard must be a doctor. I
When I awake, I can remember what had happened. All of my parents are in the room. My stepdad, mother, father and stepmother all sit in the room talking. How could this be? This was a tragedy! Why are my parents not fussing? Why are they standing there talking?
The next sunrise we were back at this place I use to call “home”. As soon as I walked into the cave, Momma and Father started growling at me.