《My World is Drowning [Irondad]》Unnatural Disaster [2]
Advertisement
I woke up to explosions. The sounds of them in the distance. I saw lights flashing in my window, so I stood up quickly, looking outside.
A building several blocks away blew up, lighting up the sky and my vision. I stumbled backwards, the sound of the bombs still ringing in my ears. Holy fuck, we're being attacked.
I looked at the time. 2AM. Aunt May should be home. I sprinted out of my room to already find her rubbing her eyes in the living room. "Peter? What's going on?" She asked me tiredly.
"Aunt May!" I exclaimed. "We're being attacked! We have to get to safety!" I explained to her.
The news flash woke her up fast. "Oh my God! Okay, we have to get out of this apartment building! Bombs mean it could fall!" She yelled.
"Wait! But what about the tsunami coming?" I asked.
"What?"
"The tsunami! On the news, after every attack there's a tsunami. They're not natural, whoever is targeting us is causing them somehow."
Aunt May looked like she was about to cry. "Let's get to the car," She whispered. I barely heard her over the explosions in the distance, they were so far yet so loud.
We ran out of our apartment together and started sprinting down the hallway, along with everyone else who was screaming and running around. We jumped steps, knowing the elevator would be a stupid choice.
We made it out of the building in no time. "Where's your car?!" I yelled loudly, the explosions louder once we were outside.
"I parked down the street!" She screamed back, running in the general direction of where she was parked.
"Why?!" I shouted as I began running alongside her.
"You know how New York gets!" She snapped back.
Advertisement
Suddenly, the apartment building blew up. I didn't know this at the time, but later I realized it since the explosion sent Aunt May and I hurdling in different directions. I landed hard on the ground, hitting my head. The explosion left a loud ringing in my ears.
I screamed from the ringing, curling up into a ball and covering my ears with my hands. It was no use, the ringing was inside my ear. I screamed again, the pain radiating to my head causing a massive headache.
After a few minutes of just pure pain, the ringing slowly faded, leaving a tiny hum in the background. The explosions of the nearby buildings drowned it out.
I stood up, stumbling. "MAY!?" I screamed out, using a car next to me for balance. I felt dizzy. "AUNT MAY WHERE ARE YOU?!" I looked around, seeing people with burnt faces screaming and crying, some of them pulling children that looked the same. My breathing quickened. "AUNT MAY-"
"TSUNAMI!" Someone yelled that was standing in front of me, looking behind me. I turned around to see a wall of water heading out direction.
"MAY!" I screamed again, but started running in the opposite direction of the unnatural disaster. My heart pounded and my breathing quickened as I ran, but I knew I couldn't outrun the wall of the sea. As I sprinted, I tried looking around for something I could grab onto. A tree, a building, anything that would save me.
The water hit me unexpectedly, knocking some of the air out of me as I was sucked in. All I saw was blue, and items whipping past me. As I was tumbling through the liquid, the ringing in my ears began to raise volume once more from holding my breath. Eventually they got so loud that I had to scream of pain again, since I felt the ringing all the way down into my jaw. The scream unknowingly made me lose a lot of my breath.
Advertisement
My body's reaction was to breathe inwards after I screamed, so I did.
I felt water pour into my mouth, down my throat and into my lungs. Such an intense burning feeling entered my chest, making me want to scream again, but I couldn't. I couldn't because my lungs were full of water, killing my body every moment.
Then I just blacked out.
Advertisement
- In Serial25 Chapters
Spice!
Based on the song Spice! by Len Kagamine. So I like my twin sister. Sure. She doesn't like me back - and that sucks for me. Especially since she has a boyfriend. Maybe I can use a little distraction from everything...who's that tealette over there, the one looking at me? She has lovely eyes...prettier than my sister's, even. Who is she? LenXMiku.
8 175 - In Serial30 Chapters
Doe In The Meadow | Peeta Mellark
𝑫𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓"I never knew what dying would feel like, but I had always wondered. And now I know. Some deaths were slow while others lasted a lifetime."BOOK ONE | HUNGER GAMES AND CATCHING FIRE
8 153 - In Serial38 Chapters
Kissing Booth [BoyxBoy]
(BOOK ONE OF THE KISSING BOOTH SERIES)Scar Patterson has everything that a boy could want - good looks, a smoking hot girlfriend and a full time scholarship to his dream school. In an attempt to raise money for the football team's new uniforms, Scar hosts a kissing booth at the town's Carnival Week. It's the perfect excuse to kiss beautiful girls and get money at the same time. It couldn't have been any more of a great idea. Until he's obligated to kiss a boy.- cover made by seeraenthen-
8 200 - In Serial22 Chapters
Underneath
My favorite poems are the ones that don't rhyme. Then I feel that whatever is being said is in no way filtered. This is my diary. Read it with caution. It isn't meant to be pretty.~Warning rated MATURE for~Mentions of body dysmorphia, eating disorders, depression, anxiety, medication, and suicidal thoughtsAll Art made by https://annamachtart.tumblr.com/post/173360583758/greeting
8 104 - In Serial84 Chapters
Hunted (Belle Morte Book 3)
Forced to team up to bring renegade vampires to justice, vampire Ludovic and human Roux insist they don't need each other--but they can't help wanting each other. *****The battle for Belle Morte has been fought and won, but with enemy vampires escaped into the city, the fight is not over. Pressure from human authorities is mounting, and the future of vampirekind hangs in the balance. The escapees must be brought to justice - and fast. For reclusive vampire Ludovic de Vauban, this is the perfect opportunity to confront his fears about the world beyond the mansion's walls. But he can't do this alone. Roux Hayes knows she's the girl for the job. Accomplished liar, quick thinker, and modern human, she can help Ludovic navigate a world that has long since left him behind. Ludovic thinks he doesn't need help. Roux doesn't care.As they work together to preserve a future for their friends, they discover a mutual passion that neither of them expected, one that burns hotter than anything either of them have ever experienced.But the shadow of their old enemies stretches longer than they ever imagined...(Book 3, the Belle Morte Series)[[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]Cover designed by Regina Dionela
8 175 - In Serial18 Chapters
Faces Of Love (Complete)
When the town's number one prostitute is made a jaw dropping offer she cannot refuse, nothing can prepare her for the consequences of that one decision.Gloria Grande, orphaned, forced to make a living from prostituting herself. It's a life Gloria lives everyday fighting to come out of and she is finally given the opportunity One year. Marry the son of a wealthy merchant for one year and get paid three thousand dollars. It was that simple. At least that is what Gloria is thinking when she accepts the offer. Until she meets Howard; the aloof, bitter son of her employer.Now, Gloria must battle Howard's attitude and try to win his love or at least survive a year under his mistrust and scrutiny and worst of all, the burning desire to get back to her life as a prostitute; a life she never imagined in a million years, she'd miss.*This story can only be read on Radish. This is just a sample.***Copyright © 2017 Lily Orevba All rights reserved.All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher.
8 159

