Woah, okay, first attempt at writing in present tense. The entire story will not be like this, but can you guys help me out! I'm struggling. There's no way to write this without it in present tense. Thanks!
The Last Storm
Knock, knock, knock. I shake my head, stand up and place the pair of baby shoes I’m sewing on my couch. I walk over to my door and open it. Two tall men stand before me, wearing black suits with classy shoes. I think about the last time I saw a suit, sixty years ago, and my fathers.
“Mrs. Peirce?” The two men walk into my house without and invite. I close the door and lowly place myself back on the couch, trying not to care that they are staring at my pictures and books spread across the small home I’m forced to live in.
“We called earlier.” The young man with dark brown hair says as if I am too dumb to know who he is.
“Yes,” I say in my cold, raspy voice, “I know.” I pick up the shoes and begin to sew a small teddy bear on to each one.
“So, you know what we are here for then?” Asks the other man with the dark skin, deep black hair and cold eyes. A wide smile spreads across his face, but I ignore it. I know he’s just putting on an act for me. They do. After all, need me. I am the only one left. There are no others like me left. So, if the new generations want any stories of historical events, I will have to tell them.
“Mr. Colton, that is your name, yes?” The darker man nods, probably a bit stunned. He didn’t expect me to remember his name. “I am not stupid. I may look old, and I may not have much energy left, but I have been through worse things than you can ever imagine. Now, do you want your story or not?”
“Yes, I do.” His partner, Mr. Bick, sits down on my light blue couch next to him. They pull out note pads and prepare to write.
I cough, clearing my throat, and begin my story.

