Cover by @withjejide!! This is a collection of short stories by me! If I have a friend who wrote it I will tag them in it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am always happy to write some more!
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I push aginst the cellar doors but the fierce winds outside keep it closed. The people who came here like I did for the promise of free food for our families are now trapped. I turn around to see everyone arguing about who's fault this is. Two women in tattered clothing are crying in the corner while three men try to find some matches to set the cellar door on fire with. I look around the room hopelessly but only find packaged food. Then something catches my eyes between a stack of corn waiting to be shucked and a pile of hay. It's a diary where I will account for what happens to us.
Day Two,
A man by the name of Robert found a pile of cots in the back of the cellar and made everyone a bed yesterday. He also found pillows and blankets to warm us in this dank and cold cellar. The wind still rages on outside and we still can't get out. The two women who now I know their names are Amanda and Athena try, to warm us up some food with a small fire pit we found nestled under the stairs. The two other men, Ramon and Ethan, are using matches to try to burn the cellar wall so we can escape. No one has been successful with the matches until a second ago when Ramon and Ethan got one to work. Unfortanly when they tried to burn the cellar in, it ended up burning them, not the door. After that happens Amanda gives up and throws a piece of corn on the floor.
"I can't take this anymore!" She screams and runs quickly into the wall, slamming her head against it to kill her.
Robert and I run over to help her but it's too late. She's gone. Ramon and Ethan also go mad trying to push the cellar door open to no avail. Soon they exhaust themselves to full compacity and they too are gone. I curled up on my cot and cried. I didn't even know them well but I cried. I heard heavy footsteps near me and the sound of someone sitting on the cot across from mine.
"We'll be alright Emma," Robert says and puts a gentle hand on my back, "We'll make it out of here alive"
I feel comforted but still uneasy as I sit up. He has done so much for us, finding the cots, not giving up, and most importantly being a caring person. I look into his bright blue eyes and suddenly felt the urge to kiss him, but push it away. He pulls me into a tight hug again and starts to cry.
