Creative Writing: Cold Winds

Cold Winds

Kawthar Harajly

1st Hour

It was 12:03 AM the sound of trees swaying with the high winds was followed by the creaking of wood panels beneath Samuels feet. He peeked out of his window as rain splashed against the window like ocean waves hitting the sides of a small boat on its long journey to the other side of the world. Lighting flashed like never before. Thunder roared like like a lion in distress and the smell of fire congested the room from the house that was struck seconds before Samuel awoke. “Damn, how we gon’ work like this?” Sam said to himself as he sipped his coffee. He then headed back to bed. 8:07 PM, Sam awoke from bed only to realize the storm is striking harder and stronger than earlier at night. Sam picked up his phone and

Smoking like a large chimney he headed under the stairs of the upper level of the barn. As he shined his light he saw something that made old Samuel Swanson the man of the the well known town of Weslaco, Texas scream. He tried running out of the barn as fast as he could but there was a force resisting him, he couldn't see it. His screams were faint and no longer to be heard. The storm brewed up wind gusts growing stronger and stronger lightning was soon visible through the cracks of the old barns roof. Leaks from the ceiling flooding in water now being ankle high. Samuel was devastated, he kicked, squirmed, and fought as much as possible. His cell phone left to lay all alone out of reach on the dresser in his room. Ringing non stop was a call from his co-worker wondering where he was but Sam could not pick up his phone. Suddenly, Sam grew tired he no longer was able to fight this invisible force. It soon swallowed him and pulled him under the stairs. He was no longer to be seen or heard from. Then the storm rapidly calmed down. His co-worker D’wayne arrived at his house as he looked for him, he peaked out the window and realized the barn door was open. Muttering impolite words