Rita Otkupman
Stories (2/0)
Eryn
Sirens awoke the sleeping city of Dustian. Rubber wheels powered through the friction of the street as it sped through the city. Damien and his team were determined to save the family of four from their burning apartment. The common red, big fire truck dashed past all the red lights and every speed limit. Tired pedestrians had their bags packed, even miles away from the scene just worrying if the fire would spread. Black smoke submerged from the fourth floor and third window to the right. Cries of help could be heard from the desperate family. Everyone in the building had already evacuated themselves into the courtyard garden. Damion parked the truck in its designated red painted spot on the curb and signaled his team to go. Five firefighters ran inside to help the distressed family. The rest of the thirteen man team prepared the powerful hose and the electronic lift. Ethan counted down with three of his fingers. Once they were all lowered, Ethan cranked the lever and the ultra large house sprayed water to the fourth floor and third window. The crew was relieved to see every member of the threatened family come out of the apartment entrance in the hands of the safe firemen. The mother looked to be crying, the father just as concerned while their two young kids were clueless of their near death.
By Rita Otkupman3 years ago in Horror
The Sadens
On a random Tuesday morning, the sun shines and the flowers bloom. I look around, breathing the fresh air, as I step outside. I guide my way down the long, heavily guarded staircase hoping to have an uneventful breakfast. Much to my dismay, a masked guard followed me into the cafeteria. I start moving faster, trying to sit at a dusty wooden table and grab anything, before the shadow of the guard covers my plate. I am forced to eat a dull muffin for my morning meal. I take my time nibbling on the corners from the plain quick bread. The nosy guard stands above me, watching my every move, thinking me to be untrustworthy. I try my best to ignore his bulky body, but his presence is undeniable. I look at him in his fearless brown eyes with detest.
By Rita Otkupman3 years ago in Fiction