Neil Moralee via Compfight
Storms have always been a thing to scare us as a child from thunderstorms and lighting to pouring ran and hail. Storms affect many around the world, hurricanes, tsunamis, sandstorms you name it. If you have ever been through a storm you know how scary it can be. You just need to wait it out and find someplace relatively safe. The story that I am fixing to tell you is made up. There was a major storm that happened a few years back that everyone called Chaos, it was a combination of different storms: Hail, Sand, Water, and Fire. Basically all of the elements combined into one major tornado.
Mabel was the first one to spot it on the rise. She was maybe five years old, her mom was outside cleaning up a mess of cigarette butts and empty bottles, her dad was passed out on the couch, cigarette in hand. Mabel, playing outside, feels something fall on her forehead and roll down her cheek, again something hits her arm and is gone before she can process it, it suddenly starts pouring upon her and she looks around and notices a little swirl up in the sky. She was fascinated at first until the little droplets turned to fat globs of water and then to small balls of ice as the swirl got bigger and closer. As hail hit her small body, her mom scooped her up and swiftly ran inside the house. The tennis balls of hail shortly turned to bowling balls, then watermelons and crashed through the house. The swirl had touched the ground by this time and she could hear what seemed like screaming coming from outside. She looked through one of her broken windows to see wind, with dirt and stones zipping past. That’s what the screaming noise was, the wind. After a few hours of this it died down. She thought it was safe to go outside so she went out the front door to see the damage and instead was hit by pounds and pounds of sand. Flying into her, it stung and ripped her skin and clothes. Her mother once again pulled her inside, but to no avail. Another gust of sandy wind and Mabel was gone. Only to be found later covered in sand with wounds on her body from jagged glass, sand, and old cigarette burns.