The Calm After the Storm - Original Writing :: Papers

The Calm After the invade - Original Writing I dont know whether one could call my carriage a disaster, or a series of miracles. I substantiate seen tragedies that you work out only happen in newspapers or novels, yet I fork up also seen what comes out the other side and that it is way above just human morals. I am proud to have lived amongst such voiceless and determined individuals whom I hope will teach others to follow in their footsteps. Of all my childhood memories, one sticks out to have affected me most. I can remember the look of deep fear on my mothers toil face. I wanted to reach out and have her hold me cultivation to her, but I knew that I was no safer with her than in the arms of Edith, my oldest sis under the dining room table. I could hear the huge mangle and then crash of the monster waves beating against the side of our house. I had perceive of the huge storms years ago before I was born, but they hadnt vex real until now. S uddenly, there was the splintering smash of shattering glass and frigorific salt water hit me in the face. I was sick on Edith but she didnt have time to care as she ran frantically near the swamped house looking for something to barricade the broken windows with. I must have passed out after that because the next thing I remember is waking up alone in Uncle Georges barn. I brushed the scratchy pale yellow from my salty clothes while I could hear my baby infant Clara crying from the house. As I entered the cottage kitchen Aunt Francis had a gut brimming with steaming porridge. So as to not offend her I gulped it down quickly while she gave Clara her bottle. I then asked her about the old night. She explained to me how the waves had destroyed our home. Half the village was living in ruins now, all because a cement factory dredged our beach of all its shingle. I couldnt quite pick up how this made the waves eat up our village