Anya Gross “The Storm

Christina Fulcher is a junior majoring in Cell and Molecular Biology. Christina wrote this piece after a series of reoccurring dreams that she had about the end of the world. These dreams began while Christina’s grandfather was terminally ill with lung cancer, and they occurred over the course of four years. The first time she had the dream, Christina was not phased by the incoming storm because she did not have a love for life on Earth. The last time that she had this dream, Christina had become aware that she was finally once again in a good place mentally as she feared the incoming storm. Christina wrote “The Storm” as soon as she woke up from the dream for the last time.

THE STORM

12-29-17 1:46 am

A cautious rumble comes from up above, warning us of the storm to come. Once again, I fear the unknown afterland. How nice it is to not wish for the Grim Reaper to work his hand. The dark, foreign sky above sends my heart racing; the sudden approaching clap of thunder starts my hand shaking. I look up at the faces there with me. Thank God, they’re also uneasy. Last time, tears came from every face but my own, but now my eyes produce their own sorrow. The sky swirls red and black. The waves grow taller than buildings, then SMACK! Right when the storm has approached us at its worst, a solid white light blocks my sight. And for a moment, there is peace.