Personal Narrative: The Boy In Blue Overalls

Now as a person if someone looked outside they would see a dim gloomy sky, and the tides were clashing into the seashore. I was scared of how atrocious the weather was, but after a little while longer all of us got to the weather shelter. While in the shelter the power went off, and to make matters more appalling everybody could hear the thunder reverberating and booming outside. The thunder made me skittish, and the wind was howling as loud as a wolf. Moments later when the hurricane stopped, and it was okay to go outside everybody could see the deterioration done to the

Soon the moonlight illuminated the scenery. As I was standing on the balcony admiring the scenery something finally went wrong, a huge black cloud covered the moon. I soon heard the thunder. It seemed to be nothing to worry about, so I didn’t acknowledge it. A few hours later the thunder grew louder and I could see the flashes of lightning headed our way. I went inside to inform my parents of the weather, but they didn’t seem to worry about it much until the cloud was almost over the lodge. My family and I left the reception alone while everyone else stayed in cover; they were the smart ones I thought.

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

I was only 2 when the dust bowl started. It has been 4 years since then. My family was already poor because of the drought and that we were farmers in Oklahoma. The bank was coming to take our house later today because we couldn’t make enough money to keep it. I was out in the fields and when I came back I saw a tractor get blown into our house, destroying it. A shock went through my body like I was touching an electrified car and I couldn’t move. I ran to my house and called out to see if anyone was inside. I didn’t hear anyone, but they could have been knocked out. I walked around and found a man on the floor. I tried to wake him up, but he wouldn't. I tried dragging him away, but he was too heavy. I slapped him so hard

Little did i know, on Tuesday August 29, 2017 I would be proven wrong. I was in my room when the house had shook more than it ever has before, so it made me wonder if it was more than just thunder. My parents yelled “NEVAEH, ALEX COME OUTSIDE NOW!!” Once I got outside I saw two long brown branches, one in my window and another through the roof of my porch. While crying my mother said, “This thing is ginormous.” I could see her trying to contain her tears. Once my father and other family members got on the roof they removed the branches and covered the holes. After accessing the damages, we all decided it was safe to stay

First during the day the dust storm was coming you could see the 7,000 feet high storm coming in our direction. While the storm was coming everyone was panicking on what to do some people were getting prepared on what to do. When the storm hit it was a disaster and i could hardly see anything. Some people were still outside and i was wondering what was going on and could hear or see anything because of the storm it was a whole disaster for our city.

Suddenly the whirlwind stopped. I heard someone downstairs. It wasn’t a real person talking, it came from our TV. It didn’t matter to me that he was talking. It mattered to me how he was talking. One or all my family members was watching a

Suddenly,I hear the storm roaring as it gets closer,and closer, I brace for impact of the high speed dust coming towards me.Then the was so strong it felt like time stopped but the dust was still hurtling towards.I fell down and cover my face because as my face hurt from the dust hitting it rapidly then I looked up.The dust was piercing right through the boards of the house it was going around fifty through sixty miles per hour.So for about an hour I was hiding behind old furniture with a towel on my face.The storm finally passed and when I got up it like the house had hundreds of bullet holes.So now I hurry west to California because I do not what so ever want to be in the next storm.

While on the bus there was an occasional comment on the previous day’s storms west from us, but otherwise it was unvoiced for the most part. Halfway through the day there was murmur the hallways about how there might be early release. Now that being said, as a teenager, I believe everyone carried a jump in their step after that. The teachers had a hard time settling the student’s vivacity and ultimately gave up teaching. Once were released, my uneasiness bubbled up once more. The bus ride home was filled with talk about either wishes for a tornado or the complete opposite. As we arrived to the place I called home, the trailer park, I had more then enough time to worry about how safe a mobile home was as we waited for dad to pick my sister and me up. On the way to the family business the sky was starting to turn, what once was a tranquil blue was slowly changing to a stormy

Cold was the night as lightning danced across the sky. The storm swept across the feild without warning. The barn blew over as if hit by a wrecking ball. I could do nothing as the debree rushed toward me, frozen in fear I braced myself. Bam! Everything went black and the still silence seemed to last forever, then I saw a light. My entire life I had stood in the same place. Always watching over the vegtables and keeping them safe from the

But there was this hidden feeling; a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of regret. A feeling of helplessness. I felt like I was going to die; and I was going to die alone. I started hallucinating; I heard dinosaurs. I heards chickens. I heards rock cracking. I even heard bombs exploding. I thought I was going crazy. The hallucinations did not stop there. I heard an unknown political figure speaking in a foreign language. I heard a happy boy sipping his smoothie. After what seemed like a million years, I blacked out. I heard a lot, even when I was unconscious. I heard a woman screaming. I heard a man sinking. I heard paper ripping. I heard clothes sliding. I even cackling of fire. I remember coming to a few hours later, at supper time. It was cold still, and I was under a giant heap of comforters on my bed. I was fully clothed. My mom told me she had worried about me not feeling well, and took me to the doctor’s the day after. I got the flu, and so did everyone else in my family. I do remember crying, feeling like the whole thing was my fault. I even remember kicking my dad in the shin for recording the “shriek” after I was okay, and recovered from the malady. I do not know, even to this day, though, how I got on my bed, fully clothed, under a heap of

When I walk up out of the basement I knew my she was yelling. The whole house was fill with dust, like 1-2 inches of dust. After that we go outside to check the yard, all the plants were gone and all the holes in the yard were now filled with dust. If you look off to the distance, all you see is dust and when I foused, I realize dust was still falling from the sky. After we see everything that the storm did, we start cleaning.

The fishy smell in the air told me that there is a large storm coming. Suddenly, the rain gets harder and it starts to hail. “Clunk, clunk, clunk.” The over-sized hail pelts the roofs of cars and the street. The wind push over cars and trees. Then, I hear the tornado alarm. I hear the loud whooshing of the wind outside. As I watched, a tornado starts to form. It grows bigger and bigger. Swallowing the houses and trees nearby, a tornado causes destruction. I rushed to the nearest house. I tried to run, but the storm starts to clog my lungs. But when I heard the loud whooshing sound of the tornado, my hopes went down. I could feel the force of the tornado ripping apart houses.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…

There was a terrible thunderstorm, thunder roared, lightning crackled, and rain poured, but then, everything stopped.  12 year old Grant Purl felt an eerie feeling, a feeling almost as if…