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Just a collection of various stories I began with no intention to finish, or answers to writing prompts. Enjoy! Please visit my author page on FB! facebook.com/author.anrisaryn Also note, some of these may be removed later if I feel the urge to expand on them!

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44. The Day the World Ended

 

          I remember the day as if it was just yesterday.
          Fire filled the skies as if the all the gods themselves were angry with all of humanity. I hid under the stairs in the little cubby Mother always said I can go if I'm scared. I had all of my little treasures there - old toys and shiny stones I found on the beach, a drawing pad with a few sketches in it and some books. Oh, and a flashlight, just in case. The ground shook and the whole world seemed to be screaming. 
          I heard screeches from the missles high above and they sauntered across the sky like a man with a large ego and landed with loud booms in the lawns nearby. The neighbor's house was already gone. Was mine next?
          The phone rang, but I was too scared to leave my cubby. The machine picked up and I heard my mother's voice.
          "Kale? Kale are you there?" Mother's voice cracked in the recording. "Kale, pick up! Pick up please!" Her voice was so desperate I had to race over. An explosion shook the floor and I let out a peep of uncertainty. The machine screeched when I picked up the phone, indicating it was no longer recording.
          "Mom, yeah, I'm here," I told her, remaining calm.
          "Thank goodness. Kale, I can't come home right now. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I'm stuck here in the city. Stay hidden on your cubby. There's macaroni and cheese in the cupboard if you get hungry. I'll get home as soon as I can." A screech went off behind her and she hurredly finished. "I have to go. Call me in one hour, okay?"
          "Okay," I replied simply. The line cut off after that and another explosion down the street set fire to the woods. What if the house caught fire? I wondered this almost calmly as if this whole surreal experience was nothing but a dream - a bad dream I was going to wake up from any second. I ran back to the cubby hole and clutched my old brown teddy against my chest and waited. The crimson skies grew darker as the flames died down in the woods. I closed the cubby door and shut my eyes tight as if doing so would hide myself from the world.
          The next explosion sent a shudder through the whole house and I was afraid to open the door to look at the damage, but something drew me out. I peeked through a crack in the door to see and what I saw made me wish I hadn't.
          The explosion decimated my cubby hole and burried me. I saw nothing but wood. Wood and red and darkness. Just...darkness.
          I awoke from a calling voice above the pile. An unfamiliar man reached his hand out to me. On instinct alone I grabbed it. He said something about guardian angels because I only had a few splinters and a red bump on my head. He lead me to a big van with other people around it and I got a blanket and some hot chocolate. Someone asked if I was hungry, but I shook my head. I think I said something about my mother, because someone shook their head at me.
          I felt hot tears spilling from my eyes, but I wasn't sure why. My mother can't be dead. That's silly. She promised she'd always be there for me. Of course she's not dead. Someone slightly familiar started talking to me, but I only heard "Jerrica Evans" and "dead." Jerrica. That was my mother's name.
          That was fifteen years ago.
          My name is Kale. Kale Evans, and I am but a small part of what is left of Humanity.

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