Young Writers Society

Of course I wasn’t sure what the word weapon meant at first. It would take months of hardship before that word would appear in my vocabulary. Even though I couldn’t describe the things happening, I knew that it was troublesome. At that point of time it was the only word that could describe the way the earth burned as it did that night. If I had the sufficient vocabulary that I do now, after all that has happened, I would be able to place a name on the events what were transpiring. I would have been able to see that what I was experiencing was fear. True and perfect fear.

I looked ahead into the community. I could see now that people in the community were looking out on the horizon. The strangest expressions I had ever seen were clearly plastered on most of the watchers. They paid absolutely no attention to me as I dashed through the aroused neighborhood.

It didn’t take me that long before I had reached my house. My parents and little sister were quietly standing outside watching the distant fires. As I neared the house my dad instantly spotted me.
“Son, were have you been? There’s something wrong with the sky.”