The Tsunami

The tides came crashing through, eliminating everything that came in

their way. We were like little ants scurrying around looking for our

home, a shelter, anything that would protect us from the savage tide

that wanted to wipe us off of the face of the earth. It was too late

for the people on the beach; they had already been taken prisoner,

drowned forever in their tears of sorrow and fear.

It didn’t feel like it would be much longer before I was shackled and

chained up as well. I felt like I had been running for hours, I

wouldn’t have been able to keep it up for much longer. The tide just

kept coming and there was nothing powerful enough to stop it. What

about God? What about The Almighty One that I had been praying to for

all these years? This would’ve been a great time for Him to make an

entrance. I began to feel the water around my ankles. They were trying

to clasp me… trying to imprison me for eternity. It felt like it was

over for me, time to give up and hand myself in… but for what? I mean

I hadn’t done anything wrong and I’ve still got my whole life ahead of

me. I wasn’t about to give in just yet, and luckily God just made His

entrance. I could hear the tide slowing down behind me, but it wasn’t

over yet though. I could see a rising shadow going on for at least two

hundred yards ahead of me, I turned around with apprehension and

looked it in the eye. It looked back snarling, the blue, translucent

wave crashed on top of me.

I woke up squinting; the light was penetrating my eye. I stood up and

found myself naked in the middle of the Sri Lankan jungle. Was it Sri

Lanka? Or was it heaven? Last thing I remember was me knocked ...

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... his hands clasped a smoking rifle that was aimed directly at Gander’s

head.

The guards didn’t know what to do. They were shocked, still holding my

hair. I stood up and pushed them aside. All the prisoners, armed with

rifles. We stood side by side facing the weak and vulnerable guards.

One of the guards reached for his weapon, and then we just started

firing. We shot and shot at them until the end of our magazines.

We were free, no more Gander, no more guards. The prisoners began to

dance and hoololate.

“We are free!”

One man shouted. I still didn’t feel free… I thought the death of

Gander would bring me joy and happiness. I ran to the jungle. Once I

got there I just started to run and run some more, in no particular

direction, just until the day comes that I may join my parents and my

little sister.