A Short Story : A Story?

The author’s frightening story, “The Storm” has all the expected things that a good scary story should have. It has a story line that gains suspense throughout the story, there is irony, and there is lots of

A hurricane roared in, wrenching the oak trees from the ground like a hawk at the entrails of a chicken.

Heavy pattering at the windows reminded me of the incoming storm. It was now or never.

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

There was bright lightening. They looked up, frightened. Above them black furious clouds started to gather. They began to run. Then the thunder roared, and the rain came down in torrents. <<

On August 26, the storm was getting weaker everyday. A cold front was moving east and downgraded the storm to tropical. Soon when the Hurricane got to Pennsylvania, the storm faded away. Some people tried to dismantle their houses to see what was left (Sherrow, 1998). After the storm over, 11 inches of rain had fallen in Louisiana, and 7 inches in Mississippi (Rappaport, 1998). 275 small planes were no longer functionable. Over 325 trees looked like they had been smacked off. Power boats were stacked on top of each other. Power lines were down because trees were on top of them (Provenzo JR. & Provenzo,

Many had traveled off to church that morning and then spent Sunday afternoon with family and friends. In a documentary by Marcie Robinson, we hear the clear memories of those who lived through this time. “The cloud came from the North/Northwest, is started as a small cloud and as it rolled closer it grew larger and larger” (Robinson web). This wall cloud was said to so thick and dark that it blacked out the sun, many wondered if it was their last day on earth and the world was coming to an end. What was happening was, a polar air mass had charged the air with static electricity then picking up thousands of particles of soil. The temperature suddenly dropped and the winds grew to a speed of sixty miles per hour. Within minutes after it cloud reached you, you were in complete darkness, not able to see your hand in front of your face or a lamp burning within the room. This storm lasted one afternoon, but when it had passed, soil had collected along the sides of barns as high as the roof. Another report told how chickens that were out in the yard at the time of the storm, were buried in the dust, many died from

The dark green colored sky was enormous; sirens went round the bend to alert people, no lights to find ways to basements and bathrooms. “It was crazier than a bat without eyes,” Darrell Allen had said. The storm got closer as people found ways to us

A fierce shriek of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads, and ere they could leap aside, a mass of falling beech tree had thundered down on them. 3

He tried to get up, but only to remember his current situation. He couldn’t move, which meant he couldn’t run away. He couldn’t speak, which meant that he couldn’t call for help. So Alex did what he didn’t want to do and looked straight at the two glowing dots. An eternity seemed to pass, but nothing came out of the ordinary. The tension build up inside him started to ease. Since nothing terrible seems to be happening, then there was nothing to be scared about. Confident that nothing bad was going to happen, Alex looks away for a second, only a second, and then that seemed to be the biggest mistake of his life. The two glowing dots were no longer just glowing dots, but came with a monster that looked like a demon, and the demon was only five feet away from him. Alex’s heart started to rapidly beat faster, growing with an intense panic. How did it get so close?! I only looked away for a second!, thought Alex. Up close, the demon looked as murderous as can be. With horns that seemed five inches thick, a foot long, as sharp as knives. A smile that shows how glad it is to see that it’s prey is completely unable to do anything that would cause it go away. With skin that has the reddest red Alex has ever

it was going to rain soon. The trees looked like ghosts and even sounded like them because the wind

Winds came and picked up speed, there came rain and hail and tunnels of air with the viscosity of mud; which swept up anything and everything in its path. A wind so immense even the farmers children could barely stand their ground. The day the storm hit, the children’s parents called

It wasn’t a good day. Thick blackened clouds hovered over the town. It brought down heavy rain, with large distinguishable drops. The silence from fear was disrupted by the large roaring thunder. The tents allowed water to drip inside, the gusting wind caused the tents to dance in the wind.

As the air grew moist, those strong winds began to howl, shaking even the thickest limbs. Even causing them to snap. It was getting rough, and we needed to get home. Pop

My thoughts were cut short, the sound of his tires screeching away and the pain in my abdomen had taken full control over my mind. I reached my hands to my stomach only to feel a mess I hoped I would never feel. I knew that it was lost hope that the bullet missed my internal organs, because seconds later God sent Alex running down the hill. At least he was nice enough to let me die with someone I loved.