creative writing

in the basement (fiction)

"Wake up, Autumn. Wake up," someone said as they roughly shook me awake.

"What time is it?" I grumbled, still half asleep.

"3:00am. The tornado sirens are going off. We need to go to the basement right away."

My eyes flew open, and I hopped out of bed, grabbing my nearest pair of shoes and a sweatshirt. A tornado? This wasn't uncommon in Oklahoma, but, to my knowledge, there wasn't a tornado watch. I was surprised, to say the least.

"I'm going to make sure your brothers are up," my mom said. "Go ahead and go down to the basement." I nodded as she left the room and called my dog to follow to follow me as I raced downstairs to the basement. I grabbed a flashlight off of our granite countertop and continued to the basement.

Turning on the lights of the basement, I had to gently coax my dog to follow me. We eventually reached the cement floor, my brothers and mom coming down the stairs a few minutes later. We sat in the basement, listening to the radio and waiting out the storm raging above.