The Storm - A Creative Writing Story

    I woke up to the sound of wind blowing on my window.  A storm is coming. I thought to myself. “Julie”? My younger sister Mary called. “Morning Mary”. I said as I got out of bed. “Is everything alright”? I asked her. She shook her head and grabbed my hand as she led me down the stairs only to see a note my father had left on the kitchen table. “What does it say”? Mary asked. She is only two years old and doesn’t know how to read yet. I began to read the note:

  Dear Julie and Mary,

    If you are reading this I must have been taken… I was hoping I wouldn’t have to tell you this but, I am in debt to a company that I have been borrowing money from. On the back of this note is a hundred dollars and special necklaces for you and your sister to wear. I have already removed my things from the house. I’m sorry for doing this, but remember Julie you are in charge of the house. Never take off the necklaces, I will come find you when it is safe and the right time. Take care of your Mother and sister.

Make me proud

Father

   As I read the last letter I felt my eyes become watery and a lump in my throat as I remembered all the memories I had with my father. A sudden alarm snapped me out of my daydream. “What’s going on”!? Mary asked as she clung to my leg. I picked her up from the floor and ran upstairs to get Mother. “Julie!!” My mother exclaimed “ Thank goodness you two are safe. Where is your father?”

   I sadly handed her the note feeling my stomach cramp from fear of the storm. The alarm started to blare even louder. Then suddenly the windows broke and a cloud of dust entered the house. I started to have a cough fit as the dust entered my lungs. I started to look for Mary in the chaos, but every time I screamed for her the only answer was silence. The wind got stronger and the wood cracked and snapped.  I felt shards of glass cutting through my flesh.

   I started to stand but a piece of wood knocked me to the ground as I layed there in pain. I started to wonder where my father was. Suddenly I heard someone call my name, I quickly got on my feet but I got whacked in the face by a metal pole and stumbled backwards as I held my face agony. I tried to get down but a piece of debris whacked me in the back of my head sending me flying into the tornado. I’m alone without anyone to help me, was the last thing I thought of  before everything went black.