Madison Jade
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Sunday
Thick dust filled the air, rushing up around us and burning our nostrils with each inhalation of breath. The dense particles doused everything in a cloudy gray, clinging to our skin and knotting our hair, dirtying our pretty yellow Sunday sundresses. Mama choked and coughed as she huddled protectively over me and Annie, her body a thin, delicate shield from the destruction outside. We were curled together, pressed so tightly into the corner it was as though we were trying to melt into it. The silence that now invaded the room was total and eerie, contrasting sharply against the chaos that had come before it. I held my breath as I squinted my eyes, trying to peek under mama’s arm to observe the scene of total devastation.
By Madison Jade3 years ago in Fiction
The Visitors
Even just having the fireplace lit that night was risky. The dim, flickering glow would give the hint that someone was inside the solitary stone manor. But it was cold. And Elio knew that all he could do was sit there and wait, huddled on the floor between the crackling flames and the tattered old reclining chair, a bucket filled to the brim with ice water ready at his feet, and pray they wouldn’t come for it tonight. The house was groaning at the wind that blew and howled angrily; a chill jolted up his spine. He shuddered.
By Madison Jade3 years ago in Fiction