Random Short Stories

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A/N: Hey everyone, (if anyone even reads this story) This is my first story/stories. I usually just write for fun and today I just felt like sharing them. None of these stories are connected by the way. Ok, let's start.

It was the middle of the night, when I started to hear our wind chimes going crazy. I woke up in a panic. I scrambled to my window and could barely see a mile wide tornado a few miles away. I ran to my door and saw Mama carrying my two baby brothers towards the kitchen.

"What's happening?!" I screamed.

"Grab your sisters and bring them into the kitchen." Papa yelled back.

I ran into my sisters room and grabbed them and carried them so delicately so they wouldn't wake up.

I got them to the kitchen and gave them to Mama who then put them under the table with my brothers on some towels she already had laying down there.

I look out the window and all I can see is a whirl wind of disaster and shreds coming straight my home. Mama's still getting my brothers and sisters under the table without waking them up and Papa's boarding up the windows and doors. I look out the window one last time before I ducked under the table. That was the last time I would have seen that beautiful farm. The corn I would pull up with Papa, the cows I would feed, the people I loved.

Mama held tight to us all. But since I was the oldest, I was in charge of holding on too. I held my three little sisters and Mama held my two baby brothers. It had sounded like a train was ripping through the middle of the house. I heard the wind ripping around us, eating our home until there was none left. We held so tight to the little ones. We had to make sure that none got swept away.

About a minute later everything was quiet again. Mama gave me my two baby brothers and got out from under the table. She came back down to start grabbing my siblings and I got up to look at the damage. Our roof was gone, our walls were gone, our oven, our fridge, all of it gone. I put my worries aside and helped Mama get my brothers and sisters. Everyone was safe. They were awake by now. The held on so tight to me because they were afraid to let go. That's when it hit me. It must have hit Mama too because we both noticed Papa never got under the table.