Earthquake Aftermath I felt something positive needed to be written (even if fictional) about the Turkey / Syria 7.8 magnitude earthquake.
The story below is a drabble, a 100-word story. Within those hundred words I tried to convey the character of a wealthy man who thinks little of his brother-in-law, but by the end of the story sincerely considers him his 'brother'.
Not wishing to blow my own trumpet, but I was pleased with the result of this story. That said, I'm still learning how to compose a good drabble.
All the best to the survivors of the earthquake.
Shake Up!
“I can’t feel my toes,” I sob, wondering if it’s due to the cold or lack of circulation.
I’m entombed, like an avalanche victim. Instead of snow, however, tons of earthquake-shattered concrete, my once elegant home, traps me.
A flashlight shines in on me. It’s my freeloading brother-in-law. “I got Noora and Susan to safety, brother,” he says.
He vanishes before I can thank him, then reappears with a car jack. He manoeuvres it between the two slabs of concrete trapping me, raises the roof of my tomb and pulls me free.
“I can feel my toes, brother,” I sob.
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!
The story below is a drabble, a 100-word story. Within those hundred words I tried to convey the character of a wealthy man who thinks little of his brother-in-law, but by the end of the story sincerely considers him his 'brother'.
Not wishing to blow my own trumpet, but I was pleased with the result of this story. That said, I'm still learning how to compose a good drabble.
All the best to the survivors of the earthquake.
Shake Up!
“I can’t feel my toes,” I sob, wondering if it’s due to the cold or lack of circulation.
I’m entombed, like an avalanche victim. Instead of snow, however, tons of earthquake-shattered concrete, my once elegant home, traps me.
A flashlight shines in on me. It’s my freeloading brother-in-law. “I got Noora and Susan to safety, brother,” he says.
He vanishes before I can thank him, then reappears with a car jack. He manoeuvres it between the two slabs of concrete trapping me, raises the roof of my tomb and pulls me free.
“I can feel my toes, brother,” I sob.
Below are links to my short-listed story for the National newspaper and for a couple of stories that appeared on the Every Day Fiction site - where you can leave a comment and a rating if you so desire. WARNING - Exodus Mortis is a bit disturbing:
http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/short-story-a-day-for-decisiveness
https://everydayfiction.com/oh-christmas-tree-by-paul-a-freeman/
https://everydayfiction.com/exodus-mortis-by-paul-a-freeman/
Happy writing!
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