Flooding Stories

The End.

Storm Atlas is a series where a fictional country constantly hit by hurricanes and storms, all because of one thing. A crack in the statue. They need to fix it, but.. how?

In this story, the main character Sandy is a symbiot who has survived a disaster that caused the oceans to rise and cover most of the earth. She meets a survivor named Ben, who is also a symbiot, and together they join a group of survivors fighting against the wealthy elite who are exploiting the remaining resources of the earth for their own gain. Sandy and Ben set off on a journey to find Ben's mother, Diane Diessic, a brilliant scientist and engineer who may be able to help them create the weapons and technology they need to fight back. Along the way, they face many challenges and dangers, but they are determined to create a better future for everyone.

This is a short poetry style piece that I wrote last spring during our seasonal storms. I had a lot of fun writing it and hopefully people enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Blog about flooding and weekend activities in Southern Illinois

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Hi. My name is Mike. And we have a unsuspected storm coming our way. My friends and I are tracking the worst of this storm. But the problem is we're in Florida. Hurricanes are uncommon here, I mean strong ones.

Hurricane Riley believed to hit Florida but went in a different direction. Hi, Welcome to my life. I'm Stacey Will. I live in Galveston Texas. Why there? Its the most beautiful place ever! But not during Hurricane season. This is the story of how I will never ever stay in Galveston during a hurricane! This changed my life! The story how my life changed during a sleepover with my friends. Hurricane Riley..

"Nature has retorted against man. Man who spent a millennium provoking it with pollution, deforestation and inhumanity. They called it Global Warming. I call it nature's vengeance. "

The little girl was holding on to the jagged remains of a door. She was doing the best she could to stay above water but the current was too strong for her small body. I close my eyes for a second. What would Miss Vi do? I jump out of the lifeboat and splash painfully into the debris filled water. The Red Cross volunteer in the boat yells after me but I don't pay attention. As I'm swimming over to the girl, I feel a piece of glass slice through my waterlogged hoodie and scrape across my arm. I keep swimming. When I'm close enough to the girl, I yell over the sound of my water, "Jump into my arms! I'll catch you!" "I don't want to let go!" the girl's high-pitched voice calls back. "Look, do you want to die?!" I feel a small weight plop into the water next to me. I quickly pick her up before she can sink or float away. Her pudgy arms wrap around my neck and her legs dig into my sides as I swim back to where I left the boat. It was nowhere to be found. I heave a big sigh. "What's your name?" I ask the girl on my back. I feel her mouth move on my neck, "Bree Winters. " "Okay, Bree, we're going to play 'I Spy'. Look for a house-or anything, really, that goes higher than my head. Whoever finds one first, wins a cookie," She gasps, "I'm so winning that cookie." *Extended Description Inside*