Creative Writing: Hurricane Katrina

came to her door, the manifestation of her nightmares came as well. Being cognizant of

Hurricane Katrina was one of the deadliest hurricanes ever to hit the United States. Hurricane Katrina started out as any other hurricane, as the result of warm moisture and air from the oceans surface that built into storm clouds and pushed around by strong forceful winds until it became a powerful storm. Hurricane Katrina formed over the Bahamas on August 23, 2005 and crossed southern Florida as a moderate Category 1 hurricane, causing some deaths and flooding there before strengthening rapidly in the Gulf of Mexico. The hurricane strengthened to a Category 5 hurricane over the warm Gulf water, but weakened before making its second landfall as a Category 3 hurricane on the morning of Monday, August 29 in southeast

It was a dark, stormy afternoon when I alone faced the greatest fear of my life. It was thundering outside, and the sky was draped in dark rolling thunderheads. The weather was forecasted to get worse with severe chances of a hurricane. I was on vacation with my family at Florida, and we were staying at a hotel in Miami.

Then, one morning, she woke up and found herself in a giant bed in a sunny room with plush blue armchairs and a cherry armoire.”

Had there been a dream? Something about … no, she couldn’t remember. It was all so bleak, all so very similar. Too long. It had been too long. She sighed and her breath filled the room. She could feel its warmth and it comforted her some. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

Her clothes underneath still looked as clean as they were this morning. She dusted her jeans off, just in case, and straightened her shirt. She knew she would be meeting The Heir today, so she didn't dare look unkempt.

Cami had just walked into the room and I knew exactly what was going happen next. “Hey Cami! We are all going to dress up tomorrow. Do you want to dress up with us?”

When she drew back the curtain, she could make out a homemade, pole-framed-bed in the middle of the room. The light coming through the small window gave the room a murky appearance. Upon the bed, under several layers of quilts, were the skeletal remains of the cabin’s former owner. Before she even got near the bed, she knew it was a

Hurricane Katrina made landfall on August 23rd, 2005. It was considered a category five hurricane and complete devastated the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, which is my home. At the time I was a merely five years old, but I remember the aftermath. The coming home to empty slabs where houses use to stand, neighbors who had disappeared or perished with the storm, and the constant fear of looting and criminal acts happening in the small devastated town of Waveland. All of this struck home in the heart of a young Landon Brady, and always has. At a very young age I was forced to adapt and strengthen my will, for my entire environment had turned upside down. Before the catastrophe of Hurricane Katrina I lived in a medium size home and went on with life as any five year old

She eased the latch of the bedroom door open trying not to wake the Sheriff. Allison wasn’t sure if she intended on going into the predawn dying storm, or

She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the

A girl, who looked no older than ten, had her hands pressed up against the window. She had blood covering her from head-to-toe, including her fingers, which creating crimson patterns against the glass. The girl looked terrified, her eyes widened and mouth wide open in shock. She screamed again, which shook Lauren from her stupor.

She woke early... she who once thought 9 am was dawn. She would exercise, then go to where she was to be. She’d spend her day, then come home, perhaps to go out again, perhaps to have visitors, perhaps to clean, and was almost always in bed before 10