Survivor Of A Natural Disaster ( Not Completed )

 Story I chose : Elena survived Haima in a shopping mall

Resting on the palms of my hand was shopping bags full of clothes and new items for my daughters, Elaine and her younger sister.  We were only walking along the marble pathway that stood bypassing a number of shops when a splatter of rain had scourged the glass windows.  We thought of it as a small hitch in the weather so we continued to saunter the mall. 

 But suddenly, the rain had heightened and a dull patch in the clouds took over the horizon bestowing a dark aurora. This came in a hurry and it felt eerie.  It had only become an issue when 4 boughs had thrashed against an immense stained glass pane, shattering the window into pieces.  The shards of glass plummeted down to the ground and immediately groups of people had bolted from the area screaming.   I tilted my head so I could look out the window and it was atrocious! 

Roofs were teared from houses, trees rapidly rustled their leaves almost coming off from their roots and little puddles of water splattered everywhere but they were blocked from view from a grey haze that stirred briskly around the area.  The concrete was flooding with water and a cold breeze moved hastily.  The wind fought with the rain creating great domination and destruction.  The mall had amassed more damage within 3 minutes as half the ceiling came crumbling down with the lights flickering and more people had grown aware of the tragedy.  I leaned against the pole from under the table protecting myself and my kids from any harm.  The breeze ran up my arms and my prickly hair stood like a grassy field meeting with a scope of goosebumps.   Many trees were being demolished as their limbs strained from the onslaught of the typhoon.  I heard screams everywhere and faces of terror were laid on every single person. 

I’ve survived many typhoons before but not like this, this typhoon was hysterical and I’ve never  seen one like this before.   Every single moment of this tragedy was horrifying, I constantly fidgeted and my whole body was shivering with fear.   Fear took over me as I tried to think of what to do, I couldn’t comprehend what was happening as the thought of death was locked in my self-conscious like a sore toe.  

“ Look out! “ a voice shouted, I hurriedly shuffled out from under the table, holding tightly to my daughters and scampered under a phone case stall.  More of the ceiling had toppled over the table crushing deeply into the shallow ground and releasing a small thud that shook part of the mall.   But then, almost everything came crashing down at once and there was no way we could stay in the mall, so with our hands atop of our head, we ran scattering in zig zags as the building came crumbling down. 

Through a door that stood ajar, I dashed out into the scope where the typhoon stayed destroying the place.  I tried to stand in place but the wind was too strong, it had me almost tripping over with the pace of it.   Elanine gasped “ Look.. “ with a croaky voice indicating her finger to another area.  I looked to see my house had been torn apart.  It was devastating, there was only so little of it that it looked like an old dilapidated ruin.  There were jagged edges, the bricks were smashed into small pieces and the roof was forcibly ripped off, slumping on the very tips of what was left of the house.  The worry of a new house was quickly erased from my mind from a strong tug of the wind. 

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Kia Ora Everyone! This is a story I wrote

from Elena's perspective in the typhoon. Elena was one of the

survivors in the Haima Tpyhoon 2016. This is not

completed but it is something I've was able to

do during Lockdown

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