Title: I pressed record
by Richard from Hampshire and Isle of Wight | in writing, fiction
I pressed Record, and filmed it all. The raging trees, the angry wind, the cacophony of sights and sounds that come with hurricanes. And this was a huge, grey, evil-looking one. It was cool just to be near it, even if you needed the full zoom.
Mum tapped on the window. She was going down to the cellar. She hated storms.
'BE THERE IN A MINUTE!' I yelled, and turned back to the camcorder. She didn't look satisfied, but I didn't care. How could she miss this, the awesome display of the power of nature? I couldn't. Pressing my eye to the lens, I noticed immediately.
It had got bigger.
Fair enough, I thought. Just a little hurricane...it was still getting bigger. The rain got heavier, and I started to worry. People die in hurricanes, I thought. They die. Trees whipping, animals screaming, birds scattering, I'd seen it all. I sped to the back door, and grabbed the handle.
But then I let go.
People send their home videos in to TV programmes, didn't they? Well? That could be me. Seeing the clouds gathering, I gave myself just thirty more seconds to film. To be exciting. Then I'd go down into the cellar with Mum.
I turned round and gasped. The hundred-mile-an-hour hurricane was coming into our town. The sky was black, thunderous. It enchanted me. I pressed Record. A few whirly seconds, and now debris was flying around. I saw an outdoor table set and a bench take off. Now I had to get in.
Shaking, I reached the door handle. But it was soaking, and my hands were cold from the rain. I kept on slipping. I went to panic mode. I forgot how to open the door. The garden chairs were lifted up, the trees were bent double. The houses down my street were matchwood. That would be me! I screamed, but I couldn't get in. I had no grip! Throwing away the camcorder, I kicked the door. Mum. Mum!
But I lost my balance. The noise in my ears was a trumpeting of panic, and the windows shattered. Help. Oh no. My clothes were whipping around, and I was almost lifted. Help! I thought of Mum, but then I was spinning, swirling with all the other swallowed stuff. I was soaked, broken, and horrified. It had come so fast'and before I knew it, I was flying.
Basically, it was a challenge at my school to write something under the Power of Nature title. I got carried away.
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