Amazingly, we survived without a scratch. Bigger problems were sure to come our way, but we knew at this very moment that we had at least survived this first strike. Chris and I had been anticipating this for a very long time. Destruction was occurring everywhere and so we were fairly sure that our time would come. Everyone was scared to death and even worse, nobody really knew the reason why all of this was happening. For a while, Chris and I thought we might be spared the horrific events which had been occurring all over the world. Grateful as we were, we eventually realized that even we could not escape the power of a force such as this. Had we realized in the beginning just how grave the situation would be, I am sure that we would have come up with a better plan. I always knew life was going to be short, but after this, I wasn’t even sure that we were going to be able to live through another day. Just before dawn, we felt the earth tremble. King strikers, (aka Stealth Bombers) were rocketing through our airspace as if they were determined to destroy everything in their path. Lightweight aircraft followed close behind, monitoring ground movement and searching for signs of life. Much to our surprise, we were not seen, and we were able to find shelter in old abandoned warehouse on the far side of town. Nobody had expected such a turn of events. Over the course of a year, the world had changed from one of beauty and hope to ugliness and chaos. People were literally running for their lives, not knowing if they would even survive another day. Questions continued to arise as to how this whole turn of events started in the first place. Remnants of cars and old battered building materials littered the streets. Sadly, there were no signs of life in the area that we had taken shelter in. Torn by the urge to run for our lives, or instead sit and hold tight in hopes that we might be rescued, we sat holding on tightly to one another in an embrace so strong that neither one of us could hardly breathe. Unlike the rest of the world, we had been lucky, the bombing strikes had never come this far until today. Violent shivers shook me to my bones and my teeth would not stop chattering. Without a word, both of us looked at each other and knew that today, could surely be our last one together. Xenia, was the name of the bomber that had destroyed most of the nearby towns. Yesterday we had heard a potential rumor that the Xenia had been spotted flying in our direction. Zapped of our hope, we knew the end was near.
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Likewise! 🙂
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Enjoyed it! Nice job.
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Thank you! I hope others will try this writing challenge too. Was so much fun. 🙂
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For the Alphabet challenge I posted a photo instead. 😄
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That works too! 😉
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Based on your featured article- would like to send you a poem at end of week. Can you send me the address I should send it to. Thanks!
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Great! Just send it to thoughtsofmanywriters@yahoo.com
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That was very cool – you met the challenge perfectly. The story is desperate and frightening. It felt real!
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Thanks D… I’ve been going through and re-posting these short stories from last year. This is another one that I wrote when I was taking the writing fiction class with my daughter Amy. I think I may have to write a few more short stories. I miss these writing prompts! They were so much fun and very challenging! 🙂
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I like writing prompts too, Michelle. I always have to choose between small projects and working on my books. How I would love to have the time to do both!!!
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I hear ya! I’m torn between the two. Short stories can be fun to write because they don’t take long to finish. Book writing doesn’t hold my attention for very long. I’m too impatient! 🙂
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Very beautiful writing indeed, very heartfelt.
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Thanks!
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