(This
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the
author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance
to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental.)
Silence
- By John Schairer
Word
Count: 600 (611)
Genre:
Suspense
Character:
A Hermit
Material:
A Spoon
Sentence:
“I haven't found a soul”
Bonus:
There is a great storm.
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It has been forty years since that
day. The day where I went from wealth top having nothing more than a
spoon to my name. I had been a CEO of a large corporation, hundreds
of employees, big houses, lots of cars, and all the money a man could
ever want. It was truly the life. However, all good things must come
to an end I suppose. It was June 23 when I arrived at the office for
what I thought was a normal day. Oh, how foolish I was. If only I
knew what that cursed date would bring about for me. I had arrived at
the office around 7:00am as usual. I found my parking spot and headed
straight to the stack of paperwork that was awaiting me. I grabbed
some coffee and sat down to get started. After a few hours of
mind-numbing number crunching I stopped for some food. When I got to
the break room, I caught the breaking news story that was informing
all of us on the west coast to brace for “The storm of the
century”. Now I have heard these claims before as did everyone else
at the office. I kept working and finished around 6:00pm and I began
to left the office. I stepped outside to see the wind whipping around
and the rain beginning to fall hard so I walked to my car and began
to exit the parking garage that I always park in. I began driving
home and the weather just kept getting worse and worse. The lightning
cracking at regular intervals and the thunder booming like a cannon
and rocking my car as I drove along the highway. Now by this point I
knew this storm was bad, but this was just the start. When I got home
I ran inside and slammed the door behind me. The wind screaming
outside and the rain slamming against my house, I decided to get into
something warm and maybe start a fire in the fireplace. Time seemed
to creep forward as the house began to shake and shudder. Now my home
is no shack. I did spend a few hundred thousand on this place so the
way the house was reacting to this weather was making me nervous.
Eventually 10pm rolled around and the weather wasn't letting up a bit
I decided to just go to bed and hope everything would be better in
the morning. Around 1:00am I was violently awoken by the sound of
metal and wood being torn apart and glass shattering. I jumped out of
bed to see my home starting to fall apart. I grabbed a few things
from right at my bedside and ran downstairs. As I was running my home
began to rip and fly apart around me. The adrenaline pulsing through
my veins I barely made it to the basement with my life. I slammed the
door and locked the basement down to try and weather out the storm. I
pulled out the couch in the basement and tried to fall asleep. I woke
up who knows how much later and made my way upstairs. I found nothing
but destruction. Everything was gone, with nothing but bent metal and
splinters everywhere. I looked out from the wreck of my house to see
the whole neighborhood was devastated. Not a home was standing.
Nothing but silence and pieces of homes dotted the landscape. I began
going around to the homes near me but sadly no one made it. To this
day I haven't found a soul, and well I don't mind it honestly. You
get used to the quiet after thirty years.
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