Kaze No Denwa Short Story

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

The words moved into her mind, like leaves on an autumn breeze. She awoke to find the phone between her cheek and the pillow, the insistent buzzing the only sound from the black receiver. Had there been a voice on the line? Or had she only dreamed it? Or was she even hallucinating? She had had dreams before, but the kind that would wake her like an alarm bell. Heart pounding, pulse racing, it would take her several moments to get her to know where she was and that she had been dreaming.

For those who have not been caught in a natural disaster, this short story would provide a window into the true horror felt by those involved. Seeing pictures and seeing news footage of the carnage can not begin to accurately depict the experience. Hearing interviews can’t express the horror of finding a body torn and mangled under a tree that has stood resolute for hundreds of years. However, this story allows one to enter into the psyche of a survivor. It is a much more realistic experience in that way. One can feel the same emotions, if they are so inclined, and thus better understand the true horror of

A natural disaster is a natural event such as a flood, earthquake, or hurricane that causes great damage or loss of life. “The Perfect Storm” by Sebastian Junger and “Super Disasters of the 21st Century” by Jacqueline Adams describes the cause and effect of nature’s savagery. Each author uses similar and different strategies and techniques to accomplish this goal. In an excerpt from the article “Super Disasters of the 21st Century,” Jacqueline Adams points out recent disasters and provides an in depth look at how hurricanes, earthquakes, and tsunamis occur and the devastation that result. In an excerpt from “The Perfect Storm”, Sebastian Junger combines a first person anecdote

During 2004, on December 26, a 9.1 magnitude quake tsunami struck Indonesia and Thailand, according to BBC News. A person by the name of Richard Lewis, is a son of an American missionary. Richard volunteered to help people in Aceh, Indonesia after the tsunami hit, in the year 2004, which is where he saw the true events that could happen from a tsunami. Later in life, Richard Lewis wrote the book The Killing Sea and wanted to demonstrate a powerful message: Enjoy everything you have now, because possibly one day, everything could be taken away. In The Killing Sea, on page 50, the book stated, “He brushed away the hair and rock back on his heels as Tjut Sari, the beauty of the photo copy shop, stared up at him, her black eyes no longer flashing.” Ruslan thought that Tjut Sari, the photocopy shop girl, was beautiful. In the earlier chapters of the book, it explains how Ruslan would always try to impress Tjut Sari in any way, even if he was just bringing in papers to copy. Now that the tsunami hit, and that killed Tjut Sari, Ruslan is never able to express his feelings towards this girl he liked. Ruslan never tried to make conversation with Tjut Sari, and he will never be able too in life, because she is dead. According to an article, called How Scientists and Victims Watched Helplessly, by Andrew C. Revkin, the article states “Kalandar Umma, a 60-year-old grandmother, was found clinging to the upper branches of a tree. She had no memory of the waves or how she got there.” Unfortunately, Kalendar Umma lost her memories on the events that have just occurred. If Kalandar had children, or family members, she will not remember these people that she lived the rest of her life with. Which brings in the message. Later on in life, possibly something bad can happen, and that happened to Kalander. Kalander lost her memory, and all the events that happened to her long ago, and probably forgotten forever. More importantly, Richard

In an age of quasi-frequent catastrophic occurrences, grief and sorrow run prevalent on international news feeds. Those directly affected as well as those observing from afar, attempt to grapple with the complexity of suffering and the role of the supernatural in their anguish. David Bentley Hart utilizes the 2004 tsunami in order to visualize this foundational quandary. Hart commences by drawing from two external sources in order to address this dilemma: the Poème sur le désastre de Lisbonne written by the Frenchman Voltaire along with Ivan Karamazov’s belief from the novel, The Brothers Karamazov. Hart briefly correlates Voltaire’s reference of the 1755 Lisbon earthquake to this conflict before thoroughly outlining the argument of Ivan Karamazov

“The rumbling had stopped…finally, K. heard my shouting and looked up. But it was too late. A wave like a huge snake with its head held high, poised to strike, was racing towards the shore”.(Murakami, 138). This life or death experience was shared between two friends in the middle of a typhoon. While they were exploring the damage of the outside, a huge wave came upon them.

It’s a clear, cool, spring Friday afternoon. All were going about their quotidian business, in offices, on trains, in rice fields, in stores, in schools, in warehouses, in shrines then, the ground began to shake. Located at Pacific fault lines, Japanese are accustomed to these shudder and shakes but something was different on March 11th. Moments later a low rumble from the east came, the Pacific Ocean. People began to see a ragged white line in the horizon, within minutes a monstrous wall of waves came sweeping in, clawing across the land destroying everything in its path. If that wasn’t enough, a nuclear accident arose after a power plant was struck. Nightmares within two minutes turned into reality. Only debris remained where homes,

Tears blurred my vision as I listened to the dial tone. I thought my friend was dead. I had experienced immense grief after my dad and grandfather passed away, but nothing could prepare me for the tremendous heartache, anger, and regret I experienced on that warm Monday afternoon.

The telephone bellowed throughout the house, my dad quickly rushed to the phone. I hurriedly followed after him. He picked up the phone, making the absurdly loud ringing put to an end. The twinkle in his eyes slowly faded. I knew from the look of his eyes that it was bad news. A few days ago, my mother took a plane to Taiwan to check up with my grandmother’s health condition.

Yao Guangqing, a survivor of the Tangshan Earthquake, was leaving an outdoor film show which ran overtime. On his way home, he noticed a fish pond in which fish were jumping out from the water but thought nothing of it. That night, he could not sleep and was awoken by a “bright flash in the sky…and intermittent sounds of explosions.” Then, the earth began to violently shake. Guangqing shook his wife to wake her up and scrambled for the door, but due to the intense rocking, he could not get it to open. The shaking stopped in less than a minute. He ran outside to the courtyard and stared aghast at the ruins of the neighboring buildings (Golkorn, 2008, para. 6-14). The Tangshan Earthquake, with initial and aftershock magnitudes of 8.2 and 7.8, respectively, was one of the deadliest earthquakes internationally. It had a reported death toll of approximately 250,000 people, although some estimates indicate twice as much (Wallace, 1983, para. 1). In addition to destroyed infrastructure, the survivors were left to face lack of clean drinking water, economic setbacks in both the mining and agricultural industries, orphans, and the hardest of them all, the death of loved

A tsunami as hit Sandi japan, coursing destruction throughout its path. The monster wave has swept the entire city away leaving 15,891 deaths 6 152 injured and 2 584 people still missing.

He could feel the cold air re-entering the room now that the power was back on, and his heart was beginning to slow to it’s usual rhythm. As he sat back on the leather recliner, he reached for his phone that was resting on the table next to him. He felt another surge of embarrassment make it’s way through him as he realized if he had picked his phone up he could have used it for light instead of bumping around through the dark like an idiot. He clicked the power button and the phone came to life. No text messages, no missed phone calls, and no notifications from any of his social media. Then again, that was the point of this cabin, he considered to himself. It had been three weeks since Rebecca had broken things off and kicked him out of the house. Since that day, he had felt a hole inside of himself. A deep, dark, and empty hole. He had decided to himself that he had

No, no, no, no, this was not happening. The news had just announced that a huge meteor, ninety kilometers in diameter, had just smashed into the Pacific Ocean between Hawaii and the United States. Tsunamis were advancing towards the West Coast shore of the United States, and everybody within two hundred kilometers of the ocean needed to evacuate. I couldn’t grasp the degree of this situation; it didn’t feel palpable. In the middle of grabbing the phone to call my parents, I staggered, realizing that they had just left for a business meeting in the city. I’d lived in Sacramento long enough to know that my whole family’s life was in jeopardy. What was I going to do?

Previously, the Kobe earthquake of 1995, assisted to motivate the NGO act in Japan, “March 11, 2011 has seen the activation of scores of non-profit groups and the consolidation of a culture of volunteerism” ( Earthquake, Tsunami, Meltdown). After some natural catastrophe, the steps of remodeling is actually complicated, covered, and heartbreaking. Tadashi Endo’s butoh loyalty to the Japanese tragedy coveys to the stability of a nation. Endo will honor the Fukushima misfortune with a memorably sophisticated dance. “Through butoh, Endo dances the pain and tragedy experienced by Japan in the wake of the 2011 tsunami and resultant nuclear disaster—and the hope of reconstruction that carried the nation forward” ( Devastation and Hope in Tadashi Endo’s Solo Work).