The Bomb

April 18, 2011
Shaped like an arrow, pointing downward. Suspended in the air like a crystal bird, hovering above the dark town. It floated there for a moment singing, singing and screaming.

THUD

It collided with the earth with an inhumane shock. For a moment it seemed as if everything froze in time.

BLAST

Fire engulfed the town, swallowing everything in a fiery blaze. The little girl with the ringlets, the little boy holding his blanket, the elderly woman clinging to her son.

GONE

No time to scream. No time to run. No time to cry. No time to pray.

SILENCE.





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FlaviusJacobiusOssummuss said...
Oct. 10, 2011 at 1:14 pm
Nice use of imagery, you did a good job of capturing a few split seconds, and provided me with a very vivid picture of what happened.
 
dundee This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 26, 2011 at 6:40 pm
terse and to the point, i like that. i wrote a story about the bombing as well, so this encourages me publish it. good on ya
 
TheGuardian This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 9:35 pm
good story! definitely short and sweet. not sure if its a story or a poem, but i like it none the less =)
 
AnnaBaldwin said...
Apr. 23, 2011 at 8:52 pm
Wow really good, short and sweet. Keep it up
 
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