[~IceFang~]

Username: Icefang
Viscet Name: Jerry
Viscet Gender: Male
Short story:

On the big streets of the city Manhattan, one can find all sorts of jobs. Me, I'm a kleptomaniac. Self employed, self sufficient. What am I? Well, to put it bluntly, a thief. A pickpocket. A swindler.

I'm not saying its a good and worthy profession, but you do what you do best, and if I just so happen to be good at shop and pocket lifting, well, its good enough for me. Never been caught, never been suspected. It's a good thing I look so innocent, like one who would set up a little stand and sell lemonade. Ah, lemonade.

Where was I? Oh yes. Let me tell you about this one time I stole The Presidents Wallet. It was when I was only 15 years old...

It was a hot day. Today, the president would give a speech for thousands of people. The multitude of bodies ws crushing, but I focused on my mission. I had taken a fancy for the presidents wallet. When i have a mission, I almost never give up. This was no exception.

When the president came out of the white house, he was flanked and backed by huge, burly guards, armed, and ready to shoot. I wasn't planning on getting holes riddled in my body, so I just blended in and, with the others, reached toward the president, yelling and screaming stuff. Who knows? It was all part of the act.

I came very close that first time... If only he hadn't turned to address a sobbing woman, I could've had it. No worries. I had other plans.

During the speech, which was about blah blah blah and how he would blah blah blah, I stood as close as possible to the front, which was imperative for my plan. It sounded like a very powerful speech. I didn't care. At every silence, I yelled "Amen!" I could see the president looking at me, and I smiled right big. I acted like o was glad he was here, that he was our savior, or something.

After the speech, I hung around, which got the attention of the guards. They surrounded me, and waited for the man himself to come and judge. When the president came, he looked at me, eyes suddenly sparking with recognization. "You were the one who supported my every word. Guards, at ease." He then came closer, ignoring the warnings from his head guard.

"Why did you yell Amen after every sentence?" He asked me
"I wanted to let the lord know what you were doing, since it was so important and right." I said, fluffing up for him.

He came closer to me, and extended a hand. "Pleased to meet you," he paused.
"Adam." I said, shaking his hand.

Then, as if I couldn't help it, I lunged forward and gave him a hug. The guards immediately rushed me, but the president waved them off. How could a teenager be of any harm? As we embraced, me choking back imaginary tears, I quickly stole the wallet, and palmed it professionally. This was don't in front of ten guards, and none of them suspected a thing.

Backing off, I sniffed. "Thank you." I said, and then, like I was embarrassed to be seen by the president crying, I bowed and rushed off. I heard, "That's a good kid." Behind me.

The heist was done.

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[illumié]

Username:MoonPheonix
Viscet Name:Summer
Viscet Gender:Female
Short story:Summer woke up sweating and in a terrible mood. She was having a bad week. Despite it being the season of her name, she despised the heat. She despised everyone at the moment. No... That wasn't true. She was just upset. She can't think straight when she is. She decided to sing of a bit to calm her nerves. But it didn't work. So she stepped from her cottage house into the blinding light of the sun. She groaned and covered her eyes to the evil light. She was only able to recover after falling to her knees and blinking vigorously. Ahhh... she rally hated this. She struggled slowly to the small, decorated white wooden boat she had bought for herself that she thought she may use someday. Well, today was this day. I'm going on an adventure! Yep... I shall discover a new species of bird there... O-or built a life-changing device from wood! She thought to herself, expression suddenly changing to one of determination... though her headstrong grin wiggled a bit. She turned her head to a small island to the north of her, surrounded by a large, sparkling lake that stretched for many miles. She hopped into her boat, held up the oars and stared down at the shiny clear water. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and she could even see the rocks at the bottom of it staring up at her. She took a moment to stare not at the rocks, but at her dirty, sweaty, fuddled figure and stuck her tongue out at it before shifting back into position sharply, almost capsizing the boat in the process. As she made her way to the island, she coldn.t help but think how much nicer it would be if someone else could paddle for her. The energy it took stole the beauty of the trek from her. Still, she forced her way over to the bank of the island. She stepped off the boat and looked quietly around, trying desperately to hide the desperation and fear on her face. She had rarely been elsewhere besides the town and her cottage house, and she was anything but an adventurer. Still, she stepped hesitantly into the emerald-green forest. as she entered, her expression changed to one of interest and awe. The summer sun shining perfectly through the leaves, illuminating the underbrush in gorgeous patterns and radiating only a small amount of warmth. She took the time to notice every single shadow, every light source, every glowing leaf. Smiling broadly, she stepped to the edge of a particularly large tree and flopped down beneath it with a contented sigh. The sun hit her body perfectly so she was warmed nicely beneath the cool underbrush. Well, this isn't s bad... she thought, snuggling into the thick trunk that was just a bit uncomfortable, but she ignored it. However, she could not ignore the small object she felt being pelted onto her head just a few moments after. She jumped up with wild eyes and swung her head sharply this way and that, searching for the source of the attack. A second later, however, her look of fear turned to a cynical stare as she stared up into the tree's leaves. A squirrel sat chattering happily down at her. Her rage built quickly. Oh, you think that's funny, do you?! She yelled in her head, grabbing the acorn it had thrown and chucked it at him with terrifying force. The perpetrator was clearly not intimidated however as it dodged the nut with ease and began flinging more of them that it had stored in its dastardly cheek-pouches. Summer, realizing she was utterly defeated, began charging back the the lake's edge, where her boat and home where nearby. She didn't want to deal with the woods for another second. As she ran, however, she steeped on a large snake which leapt angrily at her. She had to run like a lightning bolt to avoid its swift attacks. Finally, she made it to the edge of the forest. The snake was still chasing her even as she leapt into her boat. Snakes are not that vicious!! She silently cried, shoving the snake away forcefully with one of her oars. As she left the back and beelined for her safe, comfy home, it seemed to her that her arms paddled so fast they would have literally looked like windmills to any who were watching. Finally, she got to the other side, where her home sat waiting. She docked her boat and dashed inside her home, up the stairs, and underneath her comfy, safe bed. She curled up and sobbed silently to herself for a long while, realizing "how close she was to death." "I hate, hate, hate summer..." She bawled quietly to the floorboards of her room.



lel, I changed my idea. if this isn't ok please don't count this one.

[grizzly.]

Username: grizzly.
Viscet Name: Andrea 'Andy'
Viscet Gender: Female
Short story: Andy grew up without the knowledge of who her real parents were, although she didn't grow up on the streets, no. She spent the majority of her life bouncing from one home to the next. As a Viscling it started out with same-sex families that couldn't have their own child that took her in, but every time they would always return her within the first few months. Why? Well, Andy usually always lashed out and throw temper tantrums and would usually wind up jumping on her foster parents and usually would leave markings on their flesh. She did feel bad for her actions afterwards, but that always went away when the bitterness of them returning her set in. She didn't end up with foster families for very long and when she reached adulthood, that's when real dangers set in. It's also when she met a brown and gray viscet named Porter. She had recently gotten into a tussle with another one of the kids at the foster home, only to have the viscet running the place walk in on it and leap at her to attack her in order to protect the younger viscet. That's when she heard a male voice shout out to her.

"Run! Don't just stand there! Run!" The brown and gray viscet shouted at her through the window. That managed to snap Andy out of her little frozen trance and run towards the window the viscet was shouting at her from. Even though it wasn't the brightest idea she ever had, she went flying through the glass window and wound up being followed by that strange viscet away from the foster home. The only "home" she had ever truly known.

Once they had reached safety, Andy noticed that she felt sharp pains stabbing at her from several different spots. "Hold still." The male viscet said as he approached her and started to pull what she could only guess was glass shards from her flesh.

"Thanks..." Andy said shyly. "I'm Andrea by the way...but just call me Andy."

"Okay, Andy. Well, I'm Porter."

That's how it all began. How Andy and Porter had started to travel together, although it was only for a short period of time when the two got separated, Andy had slightly begun to feel a soft spot for Porter, but as soon as it started, Porter was gone, just like everyone else, and she was left to wander the streets on her own.

(410 words)

[mellifluous]

Username: Mellifluous
Viscet Name: Pricilla Mariposa Marshall (Ring name Price) (nickname Praise)
Viscet Gender: Female
Short story: Pain. She felt pain all over her body. Her head was thumping with a likely concussion. She didn't have a doubt in her mind that her knuckles were bloody, and not with her blood. However she felt like someone had repeatedly punched her in the gut... and that much was probably reality. She thought long and hard. She recalled being prepared for a fight that would secure her as the best. Winning that fight would have brought in millions.
Judging by the fact that she seemed to be in a hospital bed, she assumed that meant she lost. Her first loss in years. No one could ever beat Price. She had mastered her technique and could take on everyone... well apparently not everyone. She had to find out who it was that defeated her. She rolled over and cringed at the pain. Maybe not today.
She stubbornly ripped out all the stupid things attached to her body and pulled herself out of bed. She heard the nurses and doctors coming but she didn't actually care that much. She somehow managed to sneak out of the hospital unnoticed and headed back to the ring. Halfway there she realized how bad she probably looked. Her knuckles were still bloody, she had a very noticeable limp, and her eyes were probably bloodshot. Praise sighed and turned into some random shop. She sneaked in, crawling along some aisle and grabbing sunglasses and a sunhat. She'd have to deal with the knuckles when she got home... home.
Pricilla walked right out, as she'd already noticed the stupid dingy shop had broken detectors anyway. She continued her walk home, ignoring everyone as she turned to the rich side of town. She shrank down more and more as she walked toward the biggest house of Emory street. Her clothes weren't clean. Her hair was a mess. She wasn't wearing make up. She took a deep inhale and opened the door.
"PRICILLA MARIPOSA MARSHALL! I come home from work to hear that my foolish daughter has landed herself in the hospital again! Where do you want to go next, jail? It's a surprise you haven't been yet. What did I do wrong? I bought you the best clothes.."
Pricilla tuned out her mother's rants. The woman said whatever to make herself seem like a good mom even though she had chased out her husband and effectively ruined his life with their divorce. She pretended as if she did anything for Pricilla even though all she did was throw money and expect Pricilla to spoil herself.
"Yes ma, sorry ma. I'll be better next time ma." It took all her strength not to roll her eyes.

-End here-
I wanted to character develop but like
I like her character x3

[G1 Sunstreaker]

Nᴀᴍᴇ

Tilo
(TIE-lo)
{from the Germanic element theud meaning "people"

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

♂

Sʜᴏʀᴛ Sᴛᴏʀʏ

WWHis consciousness stirred, eyebrows pulling down slightly.
Brown eyes snapped open as his hind leg suddenly slipped off completely, knocking against the other and dragging his rump behind. He scrabbled for a hold as the weight accelerated his descent, claws digging into the wood and carving deep marks into its surface as he panicked.
WWHis front end dropped quickly, yanking his claws loose, and for a split second he was in a freefall. Then the ground met his tail, and the rest of him thumped solidly after in a heap. His jaw struck the ground hard enough to bounce slightly, earning a yelp, and then just as suddenly all was still but for the few green leaves fluttering down around him.
WWTilo blinked, stunned. It didn't take long for his jaw to start aching, and he scrunched his eyes and nose for a moment, grimacing at the sensation. Lifting his head, he brought a paw out from under his torso, massaging his jaw in hopes of alleviating the pain. He worked it slightly, his tongue flicking the sore spot, before raising his gaze to squint above him.
WWThe branch he had been sleeping on was wide and thick. The color was a dim grey, faded with age, and stripes of split bark marked its surface. Claw-shaped gashes were embedded in the bark, a telltale sign of his drop. A few smaller branches were sprouting off of it, and they were still trembling with residue vibration.
WWWith a slight scowl, Tilo dragged his front paws forward and hefted his torso up, organizing his hind legs under himself before pushing to his feet, tail swiveling to accommodate the momentary offset of balance.
WW"Stupid tree," he growled, shaking his head to free his mane of leaves.
WWWith a small sigh he turned towards the small lake that was adjacent to his previous sleeping spot. Eyes lighting up, he flicked his tail neatly to sweep the last of the leaves off his hindquarters before beginning a comfortable walk down to its surface. Taking an easy dip in the shallows sounded wonderful in the rising heat brought by the mid-morning sun.
WWUpon coming to the surface, he looked over his reflection, a rippling mass of colors that never showed the same image twice. A half smile played across his face for a moment as he looked down past his reflection, watching the tiny fish dart about.
WWThen something orange moved on the surface. He refocused his gaze sharply, confusion bubbling. The orange reflection grew in size and moved up alongside his own.
WWHe realized too late what it was as a shadow passed over him.
WW"SURPRISE!"
WWHe whipped his head around in time to take the weight of a full-grown viscet to the chest, bowling him over and into the cool water. His tail was flung up and around him to slap down onto the surface like a whale's, and he felt the droplets on his fur before he was shoved underwater. He pushed into the muddy bottom with his front paws and tried to make a sound, but it just burbled into the water. Then the weight holding him down suddenly lifted and he threw his head up out of the shallows to hear the laughter of the culprit, who was now sitting on his tail.
WWIt was Calleigh. Of course it was Calleigh.
WW"What the heck, Cal?"
WWShe merely giggled louder at the complaint, rocking back and forth on his tail with the force of her amusement. Tilo blew a sigh through his nostrils and drew his hind feet up under him. He bunched his muscles and with a sharp yank of his tail Calleigh was bumbling over backwards, landing in the water with a splash. He grinned to himself, feeling satisfied as he rose to his full height. His fur was heavy with water. He looked down at the flailing Calleigh with an evil grin.
WWShe sat up, fur straightened with running water, and that's when Tilo made his move.
WWHe whirled to the side and braced all four paws on the ground, then began shaking violently, water flying from his fur in all directions. A loud screech signified that he hit his target, and he grinned to himself as he continued to shake.
WWHe gave his head and ears a final shake and turned, unable to curb his grin. Calleigh was sitting in the water, hind legs outstretched and front legs held out to the side. She blinked at him somewhat dumbly, then with a screech tackled him down into the water again.
WWLaughter echoed from both of them as they tussled in the water. Calleigh was giggling wildly as they batted at each other, and Tilo was cackling in turn as he nipped at her ears and swept his tail at her.
WWFor some strange reason it was incurring a reminiscent feeling in Tilo. He hadn't exactly lived the ideal childhood, abandoned by careless parents as an egg and saved only by the graces of a passing female. She hadn't been equipped to care for him properly, however, as an older female stiffened with age, and when he had hatched he had no choice but to help forage for them from the beginning. They didn't exactly live an ideal lifestyle, and eventually Tilo was forced to move on, at that time newly learning to walk on two legs.
WWHe had learned to hunt on his own, learned to hide on his own, he had learned almost everything on his own. It was a miracle that he hadn't been preyed on by some larger predator at a young age--that and he was really good at being sneaky.
WWHe had eventually come across a small pack of viscets, and had stuck with them through the tail end of his adolescence, learning all he could from them and making friends. However the time came when he simply wasn't happy with where he was, and he moved on only to cross paths with Calleigh not a day later. She had introduced him to her "family" of sorts, an odd collection of six viscets who were nothing alike but for the fact that they cared for each other. Tilo was immediately drawn to the small community, and in the months since then, he had never been happier.
WWGranted, it had taken awhile for him to open up to the group; he has been very secluded for several weeks, and it was all they could do to get him to say more than a sentence at a time to them. Calleigh was persistent, however, and through her patience and his curiosity, they managed to form a close bond of friendship that held fast, and Tilo wouldn't trade her for the world.
WW"You need to get some excercise, y'know," Calleigh teased as she whipped her tail at his snout. "You're getting a little too thick for your tree branch up there!"
WWTilo made a face at her. "Well at least I don't shove people underwater!"
WWShe snorted and ducked under his swinging paw. "Uh huh. Sure. That time with the duck pond just doesn't count I suppose."
WWTilo faltered. "Well, y'know...Mel just scared me is all, I mean..."
WWShe flashed him a saccharine smile. "Of course, Ti, of course."
WWHe attempted to scowl, but could only manage a giggle as they continued to fling water and their tails at each other.
WWEventually they both tired out, and they ended up plopping down on their rumps in the very edge of the lake, chests heaving. It was quiet but for the sounds of nature and their heavy breathing, and Tilo took the moment to think.
WWHe had been so quiet and distrustful when he first met Calleigh and her group. His first instinct had been to hide or run back then, and it was a deeply rooted notion. Now, months later, he felt like himself--still somewhat quiet, but now he was open and honest. He was no longer suspicious and instead compassionate, willing to help and willing to listen and talk. Here in his simple life near the forest he could breathe, and he could run, and he could rest. He felt good, to put it simply.
WWHe turned to look at Calleigh, who sat with her gaze on the distant surface of the water. A strange emotion caught his heart and he sucked in a small inhale, watching her eyes observe the surface.
WW"Thank you."
WWShe looked towards him, gaze questioning.
WWHe didn't like the raw quality of his voice, but he continued. "I'm sure I've said it before, but if not for you, I wouldn't be here, be happy. I might not even be around. So, I guess...thank you."
WWCalleigh was still, green eyes staring intently into his own. Her expression was blank, and for a moment he wondered if she had been listening at all.
WWThen she moved forward and dragged him closer with her front paws, scooting herself closer to wrap him in an embrace and press the side of her head against his own.
WWUnable to stop a smile, he returned the gesture just as meaningfully, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on his drying fur.
WW"You're so very welcome, Tilo. I'm glad you're here."
WWHe looked up, out and over the water.
WW"Yeah. Me too."

I DID WAY MORE THAN 300 WORDS OMG WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF
1656 WORDS OMG ME STOP

[iBrevity]

Username:
iBrevity

Viscet Name:
Nicodemus "Nico"

Viscet Gender:
male

Short story:
Firstborn to a mother who had little interest in children, Nicodemus began life on unsteady legs.

His mother was a favorite among the pack, bright-eyed and full of laughter and mostly disinterested in her new son. The majority of his childhood he spent alone, exploring the jungle the pack did not dare to enter and learning the limitations of his body. As he grew older his eyes became more and more sensitive to light and he took to the woods to give himself reprieve from the sun, but the pack did not see it this way. Rumors began circulating, cruel gossip about what Nicodemus was. The viscets began wondering if he was his mother's child at all. Perhaps he was a spirit of the jungle instead, a slight figure who crept atop the fallen leaves more quietly than even a leopard could. The other children became afraid of him, and Nicodemus spent more and more time alone among the trees and the snakes.

When Nicodemus was a year old he quite suddenly gained a friend. It was a viscet new to the pack who had given his name as Sirius and told them grand stories of the things he had seen on his journeys. He had quickly become well-liked but he did not care for the warnings the pack whispered to him; he was fascinated with the strange green viscet he spied occasionally in the shadows of the branches, no matter the lies they told him. He tracked Nicodemus down one day and introduced himself and from there became Nico's shadow. He was always within a foot of him and although he could not move with Nico's stealth Nicodemus could not bring himself to ask Sirius to leave. As much as he would never admit it, it was nice to have a friend.

They became increasingly close. Nicodemus stopped returning to the pack at night and slept in the trees instead, his body coiled snake-like over a fork in the branches, his head drooped over the side like a wilted flower. Sirius, who was not as comfortable in the trees as his friend, slept on the ground below him, sometimes directly in his shadow, the dark colors of his pelt fading among the emerald leaves and spring growths. They did everything together and Nicodemus confessed all his secrets, of his dislike for the pack, of his distrust of his mother, of the painful sensitivity of his eyes. Sirius' opinion of him never changed, despite whatever new admission Nicodemus had, and he found himself telling the viscet of his obsession for snakes too. He had never explained this to the pack before for he knew they would not understand but he told Sirius of his dreams, of the whisper of a python's belly over bark, over how sometimes it seemed like they were trying desperately to tell him something.

Three nights later, Sirius disappeared. The pack turned on Nicodemus and drove him out and he retreated to the jungle, to the familiar embrace of the trees and the rain. He left his pack but not because of the things they had said; he was determined to find his friend, to find out what had happened to him. Sirius had vanished in the dead of night and there had been nothing where he had laid, not even a tuft of fur left behind in a struggle.

Nicodemus was convinced that Sirius would never willingly leave him so, stripped of his pack and his family and his friend, Nico left. He told himself that no matter how long it took him, he would find out what had happened to Sirius. The first night he spent alone, miles from his pack, he was joined by a small snake who dropped inelegantly into his lap and roused him from slumber. Nicodemus raised his head to look at the young anaconda, his thoughts fuddled from sleep, and the snake opened its mouth and said plainly, "Sirius was taken. You will need to go west to find him."

When Nicodemus woke later that morning he was again alone, the snake nowhere in sight. His dreams confused and frightened him but when he leapt down from his perch that morning he walked west without consideration, the words of the anaconda echoing in his thoughts. "Sirius was taken," they'd said, and if Sirius needed his help then Nicodemus would listen even to the gossip of snakes to save him.

[corgiboy]

-miss it nvm XD-

[Strudel]

We're actually an entry shy, so there can be one more post after this one, but after that this will be officially closed. Hopefully I can get it judged after work tonight ^^;

[Gallifrey]

Username: Gallifrey
Viscet Name: Valkyrie
Viscet Gender: DMAB Transfemale
Short story: One the day I first saw her, it was raining and the thunder was so loud it shook the ground. She didn't see me at the time, I doubt she even knew I was watching. Oh how cute she looked, huddled under that rock trying to keep dry. She didn't like the rain, that I could tell with simply a glance. Slowly, ever so quiet approached. My heart was racing and I'm sure it was beating louder than any of the thunder that day. I wanted to see her up close though. To know how she smelled and the sound of her voice. Even just for a moment. If I could just Have that then it would be alright. I held no illusions that she would like me back because after all, who falls in love after only a glance? What a hopeless romantic I was, and I didn't even know her name. Oh her name, how I'd like to know what it was. Such a lovely creature much have a name fit for a queen. Maybe.. I could ask her? I wonder if maybe, just maybe, she would allow me to talk to her? What harm could it do? I know that I am a stranger and at this point and maybe a stalker as well after following her all day, but...I wonder if perhaps she might still give me a chance. A moment was all it took and my mind was made up. I was going to approach her. It took barely a moment for me to cross the distance that still separated us and close the gap. The look of shock and slight fear in her eyes made me feel like the worst viscet in the world but it was too late to turn now. Lifting the leaf I had brought to shelter myself from the rain, I placed it over her head. My mouth drew back into a smile and my ears perked in a friendly way. "Hello, I am Val. Might...might I please ask you name?" I introduced myself quietly, stuttering over my words. Oh she was going to hate me now or at the very least, think I was an idiot. But then, just when I was turning back to leave the shelter, a beautiful voice broke the silence and I know then and there, I was doomed.. "Hello, my name is Mellivora and I thank you for the leaf.

[Blackbirds]

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Username. Black King;
Viscet Name. Tempest
Viscet Gender. Female
Tropical Storm Bonnie; Day One

So, today there was an alert on the TV, about the Tropical Storm Bonnie. I've decided to go and chase her, and
went to the airport to get on the plane. Now that I'm on it, I've decided to write in my old storm journal. The last
storm, or supercell, I have written in here is about the 2011 Joplin Tornado. I think the plane is landing! I will
continue more when I get off and to my hotel, I've got everything to stay safe in my bag.

- Tempest


Tropical Storm Bonnie; Day Two

Eheheh, sorry, I forgot to write more yesterday! It's raining a lot near my hotel, I think there's at least a foot of
water on the ground! The storm surge should come at any second, so everyone in the hotel was moved to the
seventh floor. Did you know the hotel I'm staying in is the same one as I stayed in for Hurricane Katrina? I almost
thought that I was going to die in Hurricane Katrina, the storm surge was over eight feet! The largest one in the
country. I have to dig those out of this old journal too. I think the scientists would like to read them, I did put a
lot of graphic images in there! Oh wait, there's activity outside. I think the storm surge is coming! This has gotten
more fun the more often I do this! I hope that some day there will be an even stronger hurricane, an even larger
supercell, and an even larger tornado! I think I'm gonna read Beowulf when the lights come back on. I just realized
how random I can be! Ah well, you get what you get. Now, I have to finish my entry and go outside to get better data.

- Tempest

Hurricane Katrina; Day One

I just flew into New Orleans, because I heard there was a large hurricane on it's way. Not many
people are fleeing, but I have a feeling that it's going to get hard to be around. The plane wasn't
full, only with a few storm chasers such as myself. We had to get dropped off at an airport a
distance away from the city, the pilot didn't want to crash into the dark clouds. Speaking of the
clouds, they are lighting up like fireflies. Every strike of lightning looks different, and every strike
illuminates the clouds, making the storm look much more fearsome that it truly is. Well, it might be
truly deadly, but the weather forecasts are saying it isn't. The rain pours down, hitting the roof as
the thunder out-sounds it. The hurricane sirens are blaring, and the storm surge comes. The surge
is at least eight feet deep, with the lightning flashing above, and the thunder crashing, with the sound
of the rain hitting the roof. The hotel starts to sway, as the debris outside whips in the air. The crashing
of the front door echos throughout the hotel. I get down and start to pray, as the staff takes us into the
stairwell. This was such a bad idea, is the only thing I can think of. I hope that (the) God(s) forgive me,
and the storm doesn't claim me. I also pray for those who couldn't escape when the time was there, and
how I hope my family forgives me, and how they move on without me. I know that there would only be one
thing to hope for, and that wasn't for the hotel to stand, or the people with me to survive. It was for the
world to move on with this large storm, for the families that lost their homes to grow from this devastation,
and for the people who passed to go to heaven.

From the last day of her life,
Tempest

Hurricane Katrina; Day Three

I ended up surviving the last entry, and the levees broke. The city is flooded, and everyone is stranded.
When the levees broke, the sound was sicking and loud. The crack was slow and long. The entire sound
made it horrific. I think I hear rescue, so I have to go.

- Tempest