the story i wrote today!
It was a creative writing assignment meaning that we get to choose a picture and make a story out of it! here it is:
255, 256, 257, 258, 259..230. It has been 230 minutes since it wiped out the town above. 230 minutes since all of my relatives disappeared. 231 now.
The sirens above continue to sound off, some of them sound like dissonant harmonies. I climb up a small ladder and open up a steel hatch, the sky was red. I look around to see demolished houses, and with the stone walls that stand alone, they begin to crumble. I cover my ears from the sirens, they have died down.
“Darick!” A voice called. It sounded like my friend.
I glanc down the ladder and look around, “what is it?” I answer. I leave the hatch open as I exit the bunker, “It looks safe! But the city looks more like a wasteland.” I look down into the bunker to get a better glance at my friend.
My friend watched me from the bottom and then he started to climb up the ladder. We both had gas masks on just in case we couldn’t breathe in the air, it was the smartest thing to do.
“Do you think we can find Julie and your parents?” My friend asked, his voice sounded muffled from the mask he wore, I just shrugged.
“I don’t know, they were at the store before this happened,” I answered, I began to walk away from the bunker and towards the rubble…It was once where I lived.
My friend followed behind me with his hands in his pockets, his glasses had a large crack down the middle of the lens, “we have to find you a new pair of glasses,” I say as I glance back at him.
We both walk down the street, flames stuck to several piles that were once buildings. The street lights looked like acid had been poured on them, the metal poles around them melted into the cracked floor. I pick up a chunk of the sidewalk and it just crumbled in my hand. It felt like ashes now. I look over at a store that stood by itself, the windows were broken and everything inside had turned to ash and rubble. There were figures imprinted on the wall. I walk over, “I think there are people over there!” I say as I start to run to the store, the figures are dark and frozen in time. I run inside the store and stare at the wall with the imprinted figures of a tall person and a small person beside it. I ran my hand on the imprint and collected dust, my hand was covered in black dust, they’re shadows of people.
“That’s Julie–”
The sirens go off again.
I look over as my friend calls out my name, just as a bright light shines in the sky from a very far distance. I walk to my friend and stand next to him, my hand still covered in the dust that I smeared off the wall.
“We can’t go back to the bunker,” I mumble. My friend looked at me just as everything went bright.
255, 256, 257, 258, 259..230. It has been 230 minutes since it wiped out the town above. 230 minutes since all of my relatives disappeared. 231 now.
The sirens above continue to sound off, some of them sound like dissonant harmonies. I climb up a small ladder and open up a steel hatch, the sky was red. I look around to see demolished houses, and with the stone walls that stand alone, they begin to crumble. I cover my ears from the sirens, they have died down.
“Darick!” A voice called. It sounded like my friend.
I glanc down the ladder and look around, “what is it?” I answer. I leave the hatch open as I exit the bunker, “It looks safe! But the city looks more like a wasteland.” I look down into the bunker to get a better glance at my friend.
My friend watched me from the bottom and then he started to climb up the ladder. We both had gas masks on just in case we couldn’t breathe in the air, it was the smartest thing to do.
“Do you think we can find Julie and your parents?” My friend asked, his voice sounded muffled from the mask he wore, I just shrugged.
“I don’t know, they were at the store before this happened,” I answered, I began to walk away from the bunker and towards the rubble…It was once where I lived.
My friend followed behind me with his hands in his pockets, his glasses had a large crack down the middle of the lens, “we have to find you a new pair of glasses,” I say as I glance back at him.
We both walk down the street, flames stuck to several piles that were once buildings. The street lights looked like acid had been poured on them, the metal poles around them melted into the cracked floor. I pick up a chunk of the sidewalk and it just crumbled in my hand. It felt like ashes now. I look over at a store that stood by itself, the windows were broken and everything inside had turned to ash and rubble. There were figures imprinted on the wall. I walk over, “I think there are people over there!” I say as I start to run to the store, the figures are dark and frozen in time. I run inside the store and stare at the wall with the imprinted figures of a tall person and a small person beside it. I ran my hand on the imprint and collected dust, my hand was covered in black dust, they’re shadows of people.
“That’s Julie–”
The sirens go off again.
I look over as my friend calls out my name, just as a bright light shines in the sky from a very far distance. I walk to my friend and stand next to him, my hand still covered in the dust that I smeared off the wall.
“We can’t go back to the bunker,” I mumble. My friend looked at me just as everything went bright.
