Short Story about a Storm
Dear Readers,
I have yet another short story I wrote in the past to share with you today. This one I wrote when I was a barely a preteen and then proceeded to use it in a school assignment in grade eight. I will be editing out a few details as it was written when I was just a kid, so do forgive any child-like telling here. I hope you enjoy this piece of short fiction:
The Night The Storm Hit
My name is Olivia. I live in Nova Scotia in a small town. We live up on a hill, but even so, our basement still floods sometimes when it rains. We have a sump pump but it only does its job half the time.
I turned on the T.V. to the news channel.
"What's the weather?" I said out loud to myself.
"Now to Jeff with the local forecast." The T.V. news cast said as they switched screens.
"Thank you, Bev. Well, not sunny. Just another bad storm coming so tie up anything lying around your home because its going to be wet and windy out with gusts going-"
I turned off the T.V. and took my bike inside.
Later that night, I heard the storm. I forgot to tell my dad to watch out for flooding in our basement and went downstairs to tell him, but he was asleep.
I had to do something so I opened the basement door, turned on the lights and walked slowly down the steps. I could see water covering the last step, so I grabbed an old pair of rubber boots and put them on. Just as I placed my foot on the last step, the lights went out. I slipped and fell in. the water rushed over my head.
"Help! I am in the basement!" I screamed at the top of my lungs but no one seemed to hear me.
I could not see, so I felt around until I found the railing and grabbed it. I heard someone thumping down the steps. I could not see if it was my mom or dad, but from the thumps, I think it was my dad.
Finally the lights came back on and it was my dad. He could not see me, but he saw the water. I quickly said, "Dad, it's me. Please get me out of here!"
I moved towards the stairs as my dad asked me questions about being down there in the first place. He picked me up and walked up the stairs. He carried me to the bathroom where he wrapped me in aa fresh towel. After I warmed up, I changed into dry clothes and sat by a heater. My dad gave me hot chocolate, set me next to my mom for safe keeping, and went down to clean up the basement mess.
The next morning I got up, went downstairs and sat on the couch when I realized my sister had slept through the whole thing without hearing a word or gust of wind. So funny how siblings can sleep through anything.
The End
I hope you enjoyed reading. I had to edit it from a printed out copy I had from my younger years. The tenses and grammar changed a lot from that edition, and I had to remove some personal details, but I kept the gist of this cute short story kid me thought up is still present. I hope you liked it, you may even recognize some of the weather channel news hosts if you are old enough.
Maybe it will inspire you to write your own short stories, and remember, you can just write for yourself. I choose to share my work here because I think stories are a fun way to communicate with others through fiction and inspire others to create, but you can just write for enjoyment of the craft and for yourself. Not every detail has to be shared unless you want to, but I do find it enjoyable to put your work out into the world as well and be brave in that way.
-Julia May

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