The steady vibrations of my mother’s jeep soothed me into a sleepy calm. That and the fact that we had just left Christmas Eve dinner at my grandmother’s, including a hefty supply of turkey. I could have fallen asleep two hours ago when my dad had gotten a call asking him to go into work.
Resting my elbow on the passenger’s door of the car, my nine year olf sister Gabrielle tapped my shoulder. Turning my attention towards her, she spoke, “Amie, if we don’t get home before ten will Santa forget to come to our house?” Her big green eyes glanced excitedly into my own green ones.
I rolled my eyes and smirked, knowing fully well the real truth of the matter. “No,” I replied, running my fingers lazily through my reddish brown hair. “Santa won’t forget to come to our house, as long as we’re home and asleep before the sun comes up.” To this, Gabbi sat back in her seat, fumbling with her small fingers as she dreamed up thoughts only nine year olds could dream up.
Staring ahead of m, I caught my mother’s broad grin out of the corner of my eye and once again rolled my eyes. Before I could speak, I felt a sudden tremor ripple through me and looked over at the confusion emanating off my mother’s face.
Then there was an even bigger tremor that, even though my mom had slowed her speed down to half the limit, rocked the car so quickly I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. Glancing back at my sister’s crying face; the car tumbled to our right into a large field.
When I felt my seatbelt tense in order to keep me from jostling about, I felt an immense blow to my head as the car continued to roll into the field. As the light seemed to dim, I felt an incredible surge of fear and dizziness before everything went black.
My eyelids lifted heavily as my vision began to stir. Shifting in my seat, I came to the conclusion that the car was resting on its left side and the front window’s glass was missing. Also, to my left and directly behind me, my mom and sister remained motionless. My foggy head couldn’t understand what had happened, but it had enough sense to unclip my seatbelt and lift my body out my window.
As I swung my legs out of the window, I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Looking down, my eyes found a sharp piece of glass protruding out of my thigh causing it to sear with pain as if it were on fire. But my leg was the least of my problems; more important things were at stake, like my mom and my sister.
Stumbling to the ground, I hopped clumsily on my right leg over to a big oak tree. Wait a minute, where had this come from? We’d crashed into an empty field, not a forest. Not only that, but it was a single tree growing in the middle of the field.
Leaning against it, I tried to catch my heavy breath when a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Storm clouds rolled in with the slightest of ease, they had no trouble waging, the people didn’t matter to nature. But still, it was winter, there weren’t any thunderstorms in winter, it just didn’t happen. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, muddled together with the gash on my head, dried blood crisply run down my face.
While I watched the sky for a moment, unable to clear my thoughts, I saw the lightning strike before it reached the ground. Not the ground, a tree, and it didn’t stop with that. I felt the sudden surge of power pulsate through me before I found myself blacking out for the second time that Christmas Eve night.
Resting my elbow on the passenger’s door of the car, my nine year olf sister Gabrielle tapped my shoulder. Turning my attention towards her, she spoke, “Amie, if we don’t get home before ten will Santa forget to come to our house?” Her big green eyes glanced excitedly into my own green ones.
I rolled my eyes and smirked, knowing fully well the real truth of the matter. “No,” I replied, running my fingers lazily through my reddish brown hair. “Santa won’t forget to come to our house, as long as we’re home and asleep before the sun comes up.” To this, Gabbi sat back in her seat, fumbling with her small fingers as she dreamed up thoughts only nine year olds could dream up.
Staring ahead of m, I caught my mother’s broad grin out of the corner of my eye and once again rolled my eyes. Before I could speak, I felt a sudden tremor ripple through me and looked over at the confusion emanating off my mother’s face.
Then there was an even bigger tremor that, even though my mom had slowed her speed down to half the limit, rocked the car so quickly I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. Glancing back at my sister’s crying face; the car tumbled to our right into a large field.
When I felt my seatbelt tense in order to keep me from jostling about, I felt an immense blow to my head as the car continued to roll into the field. As the light seemed to dim, I felt an incredible surge of fear and dizziness before everything went black.
My eyelids lifted heavily as my vision began to stir. Shifting in my seat, I came to the conclusion that the car was resting on its left side and the front window’s glass was missing. Also, to my left and directly behind me, my mom and sister remained motionless. My foggy head couldn’t understand what had happened, but it had enough sense to unclip my seatbelt and lift my body out my window.
As I swung my legs out of the window, I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Looking down, my eyes found a sharp piece of glass protruding out of my thigh causing it to sear with pain as if it were on fire. But my leg was the least of my problems; more important things were at stake, like my mom and my sister.
Stumbling to the ground, I hopped clumsily on my right leg over to a big oak tree. Wait a minute, where had this come from? We’d crashed into an empty field, not a forest. Not only that, but it was a single tree growing in the middle of the field.
Leaning against it, I tried to catch my heavy breath when a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Storm clouds rolled in with the slightest of ease, they had no trouble waging, the people didn’t matter to nature. But still, it was winter, there weren’t any thunderstorms in winter, it just didn’t happen. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, muddled together with the gash on my head, dried blood crisply run down my face.
While I watched the sky for a moment, unable to clear my thoughts, I saw the lightning strike before it reached the ground. Not the ground, a tree, and it didn’t stop with that. I felt the sudden surge of power pulsate through me before I found myself blacking out for the second time that Christmas Eve night.
Hey guys!
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
So I know a few of those who'll come across this page and think it's exactly like the 'Writing' page, but it's not. This group is for everyone who wants to publish a piece of writing that they've started, finished, or are editing. It's like those groups a lot of authors tend to join to get help on their books, songs, short stories, plain ol' ideas, or screenplays.
The Writer's Club is all about coming together to help each other achieve their best work and even publish their work. We can help one another by reviewing chapters of books that have been posted as articles, by reading lyrics that may not be quite right, or to just see what kind of audience a piece of work is suited towards.
Anyways, if anyone has questions, just give me a shout out, otherwise feel free to post any pieces of original material for constructive debate!
- M.
The steady vibrations of my mother’s jeep soothed me into a sleepy calm. That and the fact that we had just left Christmas Eve dinner at my grandmother’s, including a hefty supply of turkey. I could have fallen asleep two hours ago when my dad had gotten a call asking him to go into work.
Resting my elbow on the passenger’s door of the car, my nine year olf sister Gabrielle tapped my shoulder. Turning my attention towards her, she spoke, “Amie, if we don’t get home before ten will Santa forget to come to our house?” Her big green eyes glanced excitedly into my own green ones.
I rolled my eyes and smirked, knowing fully well the real truth of the matter. “No,” I replied, running my fingers lazily through my reddish brown hair. “Santa won’t forget to come to our house, as long as we’re home and asleep before the sun comes up.” To this, Gabbi sat back in her seat, fumbling with her small fingers as she dreamed up thoughts only nine year olds could dream up.
Staring ahead of m, I caught my mother’s broad grin out of the corner of my eye and once again rolled my eyes. Before I could speak, I felt a sudden tremor ripple through me and looked over at the confusion emanating off my mother’s face.
Then there was an even bigger tremor that, even though my mom had slowed her speed down to half the limit, rocked the car so quickly I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. Glancing back at my sister’s crying face; the car tumbled to our right into a large field.
When I felt my seatbelt tense in order to keep me from jostling about, I felt an immense blow to my head as the car continued to roll into the field. As the light seemed to dim, I felt an incredible surge of fear and dizziness before everything went black.
My eyelids lifted heavily as my vision began to stir. Shifting in my seat, I came to the conclusion that the car was resting on its left side and the front window’s glass was missing. Also, to my left and directly behind me, my mom and sister remained motionless. My foggy head couldn’t understand what had happened, but it had enough sense to unclip my seatbelt and lift my body out my window.
As I swung my legs out of the window, I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Looking down, my eyes found a sharp piece of glass protruding out of my thigh causing it to sear with pain as if it were on fire. But my leg was the least of my problems; more important things were at stake, like my mom and my sister.
Stumbling to the ground, I hopped clumsily on my right leg over to a big oak tree. Wait a minute, where had this come from? We’d crashed into an empty field, not a forest. Not only that, but it was a single tree growing in the middle of the field.
Leaning against it, I tried to catch my heavy breath when a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Storm clouds rolled in with the slightest of ease, they had no trouble waging, the people didn’t matter to nature. But still, it was winter, there weren’t any thunderstorms in winter, it just didn’t happen. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, muddled together with the gash on my head, dried blood crisply run down my face.
While I watched the sky for a moment, unable to clear my thoughts, I saw the lightning strike before it reached the ground. Not the ground, a tree, and it didn’t stop with that. I felt the sudden surge of power pulsate through me before I found myself blacking out for the second time that Christmas Eve night.
Resting my elbow on the passenger’s door of the car, my nine year olf sister Gabrielle tapped my shoulder. Turning my attention towards her, she spoke, “Amie, if we don’t get home before ten will Santa forget to come to our house?” Her big green eyes glanced excitedly into my own green ones.
I rolled my eyes and smirked, knowing fully well the real truth of the matter. “No,” I replied, running my fingers lazily through my reddish brown hair. “Santa won’t forget to come to our house, as long as we’re home and asleep before the sun comes up.” To this, Gabbi sat back in her seat, fumbling with her small fingers as she dreamed up thoughts only nine year olds could dream up.
Staring ahead of m, I caught my mother’s broad grin out of the corner of my eye and once again rolled my eyes. Before I could speak, I felt a sudden tremor ripple through me and looked over at the confusion emanating off my mother’s face.
Then there was an even bigger tremor that, even though my mom had slowed her speed down to half the limit, rocked the car so quickly I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening. Glancing back at my sister’s crying face; the car tumbled to our right into a large field.
When I felt my seatbelt tense in order to keep me from jostling about, I felt an immense blow to my head as the car continued to roll into the field. As the light seemed to dim, I felt an incredible surge of fear and dizziness before everything went black.
My eyelids lifted heavily as my vision began to stir. Shifting in my seat, I came to the conclusion that the car was resting on its left side and the front window’s glass was missing. Also, to my left and directly behind me, my mom and sister remained motionless. My foggy head couldn’t understand what had happened, but it had enough sense to unclip my seatbelt and lift my body out my window.
As I swung my legs out of the window, I felt a sharp pain in my left leg. Looking down, my eyes found a sharp piece of glass protruding out of my thigh causing it to sear with pain as if it were on fire. But my leg was the least of my problems; more important things were at stake, like my mom and my sister.
Stumbling to the ground, I hopped clumsily on my right leg over to a big oak tree. Wait a minute, where had this come from? We’d crashed into an empty field, not a forest. Not only that, but it was a single tree growing in the middle of the field.
Leaning against it, I tried to catch my heavy breath when a flash of lightning lit up the sky. Storm clouds rolled in with the slightest of ease, they had no trouble waging, the people didn’t matter to nature. But still, it was winter, there weren’t any thunderstorms in winter, it just didn’t happen. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion, muddled together with the gash on my head, dried blood crisply run down my face.
While I watched the sky for a moment, unable to clear my thoughts, I saw the lightning strike before it reached the ground. Not the ground, a tree, and it didn’t stop with that. I felt the sudden surge of power pulsate through me before I found myself blacking out for the second time that Christmas Eve night.