Post by ashfisher on Sept 10, 2014 17:07:37 GMT -5
This:
It was sunny out like it should be in July. Rebecca White made her way out of her house in Chicago, holding a plate of uncooked hamburgers. She brought the plate over to her husband, who thanked her with a kiss. She smiled to him then went over to the park bench where the rest of her family sat. Her son was there with his wife, then her daughter, then her sister and father. She picked a spot across from her father, next to her sister. She heard her sister talking to her father about their mother, and then she heard a clap. In a instant a hole appeared in the sky above their yard. Rebecca looked at it, not conceiving what it was...then the wind started. It was pulling everything towards it, then whatever got pulled towards it vanished in the vague nothing of the inside of the hole. My god! She thought, then felt the table being pulled as well. She got out of her seat and ran towards her house, glancing back in time to see the whole table go into that hole. She screamed, and heard other screams around her. Then she was flying to the hole. She covered her head and for a moment the wind stilled. She peeked towards the hole and then....something blinded her. She was blown backwards as the hole closed itself. She fell hard, losing conciousness. She woke to rain falling on her face, but she was also crying. She sat up and looked around herself. Her home was in ruins, heck the whole subburb was ruined. Some houses were missing while others had been blown down. She stood slowly, her legs shaking as she walked back to where her house had been. She saw bodies....so many bodies. Some were people she knew, some were not. She made it to her house and saw the body of her husband. She screamed, his face was a mass of injuries, she could barely regonize him. She knelt by his body and then layed her head on it, crying.
Or this:
It was a warm summer day when Jean Meyer disappeared. No one really knew what happened except two people. Well…children if you want to be technically correct. Rebecca and Sara Meyer knew what had happened because they had seen it with their own eyes. They never told ‘the big people’ what happened, because they knew ‘the big people’ wouldn’t listen. Adults never did listen to children, even if the children were right. So the two girls kept what happened to themselves, it became their own little secret.
Except when they got older, Rebecca started to think that maybe it wasn’t so little, perhaps it was a big secret…no a huge secret. She tried to tell Sara that maybe it was time to tell father what had happened to mother. Sara simply shook her head.
“You know he won’t listen Rebecca, adults never do.”
“We’re older now though, perhaps-”
“PERHAPS NOTHING! IF I SAY HE WON’T LISTEN, THEN HE WON’T!!!”
Rebecca cringed at the sound of her sisters raised voice.
“All right Sara. I won’t tell, it’s still our secret.”
Sara smiled and stroked her sister on the cheek.
“That’s right, our secret.”
The smile widened, and Rebecca felt fear at the sight of it.
“Our own little secret, no one else needs to know but us.”
At that moment Rebecca wondered if her sister was perhaps a little crazy. Or perhaps the secret had gotten to her in a different way then it had gotten to Rebecca.
As they grew older, Rebecca started to forget what had happened. By the time she was out of college and married, she had forgotten. Such things happen, we think we will never forget something, but things tend to slip away with time. Especially things that happen to us when we were kids. So Rebecca lived her life, not remembering the secret that her and Sara had kept. That is, until it happened again, and this time it happened in a big way. This time it almost destroyed the world.
It was sunny out like it should be in July. Rebecca White made her way out of her house in Chicago, holding a plate of uncooked hamburgers. She brought the plate over to her husband, who thanked her with a kiss. She smiled to him then went over to the park bench where the rest of her family sat. Her son was there with his wife, then her daughter, then her sister and father. She picked a spot across from her father, next to her sister. She heard her sister talking to her father about their mother, and then she heard a clap. In a instant a hole appeared in the sky above their yard. Rebecca looked at it, not conceiving what it was...then the wind started. It was pulling everything towards it, then whatever got pulled towards it vanished in the vague nothing of the inside of the hole. My god! She thought, then felt the table being pulled as well. She got out of her seat and ran towards her house, glancing back in time to see the whole table go into that hole. She screamed, and heard other screams around her. Then she was flying to the hole. She covered her head and for a moment the wind stilled. She peeked towards the hole and then....something blinded her. She was blown backwards as the hole closed itself. She fell hard, losing conciousness. She woke to rain falling on her face, but she was also crying. She sat up and looked around herself. Her home was in ruins, heck the whole subburb was ruined. Some houses were missing while others had been blown down. She stood slowly, her legs shaking as she walked back to where her house had been. She saw bodies....so many bodies. Some were people she knew, some were not. She made it to her house and saw the body of her husband. She screamed, his face was a mass of injuries, she could barely regonize him. She knelt by his body and then layed her head on it, crying.
Or this:
It was a warm summer day when Jean Meyer disappeared. No one really knew what happened except two people. Well…children if you want to be technically correct. Rebecca and Sara Meyer knew what had happened because they had seen it with their own eyes. They never told ‘the big people’ what happened, because they knew ‘the big people’ wouldn’t listen. Adults never did listen to children, even if the children were right. So the two girls kept what happened to themselves, it became their own little secret.
Except when they got older, Rebecca started to think that maybe it wasn’t so little, perhaps it was a big secret…no a huge secret. She tried to tell Sara that maybe it was time to tell father what had happened to mother. Sara simply shook her head.
“You know he won’t listen Rebecca, adults never do.”
“We’re older now though, perhaps-”
“PERHAPS NOTHING! IF I SAY HE WON’T LISTEN, THEN HE WON’T!!!”
Rebecca cringed at the sound of her sisters raised voice.
“All right Sara. I won’t tell, it’s still our secret.”
Sara smiled and stroked her sister on the cheek.
“That’s right, our secret.”
The smile widened, and Rebecca felt fear at the sight of it.
“Our own little secret, no one else needs to know but us.”
At that moment Rebecca wondered if her sister was perhaps a little crazy. Or perhaps the secret had gotten to her in a different way then it had gotten to Rebecca.
As they grew older, Rebecca started to forget what had happened. By the time she was out of college and married, she had forgotten. Such things happen, we think we will never forget something, but things tend to slip away with time. Especially things that happen to us when we were kids. So Rebecca lived her life, not remembering the secret that her and Sara had kept. That is, until it happened again, and this time it happened in a big way. This time it almost destroyed the world.