The Ferocious Storm ============================================== Crash! The waves crashed against the edge of the boat, rocking it back and forth. The thunder rumbled vibrating the sky. Kaboom! Lightning struck through the sky, piercing Mike's vision with blinding light. The wind howled loudly, wailing in the storm. His new sails were torn into pieces, flapping wildly in the wailing wind. Mike had never imagined that a storm like this would ever happen, nor had he imagined that he would be caught in the middle of it. Mike glanced down at the dark crashing waves as he hauled up the fishing nets slung over one side of the boat. He stowed them away in a corner, tying them to the boat. As he did so, he suddenly slid down the boat, as it tilted up towards the clouds and thunder. ''Ahhhhh!'' screamed Mike. He latched onto the sail-pole, seeing the wave rise up. But it was of no use. The boat tipped Mike into the lake, into the waves. Mike felt himself going down into the depths of the lake, beyond help. He was drowning. Gasp! Mike coughed hard, trying to get his breath back. He had reached the bottom of the lake, and with a strong kick of his legs propelled himself back to the surface of the lake. As Mike tried to stay afloat amongst the waves, he spotted the boat, turned upside down. Mike swam towards his boat, hoping to get on top of it. He tried to climb on, but the boat was slippery and wet, and his freezing numb fingers didn't do much good either. ''No! Please, no!'' screamed Mike, kicking wildly against the waves that were pulling him under. He found himself submerged, being beaten by the roaring waves. Cough, cough. Mike held onto a wooden plank tightly. It had come from his boat, the waves ripping his beloved fishing boat apart. The plank was just big enough for him to use as a paddle board. Mike grabbed another plank, just floating by. He was out in the middle of the lake, and it would be quite the effort to get home. Mike kicked with the two planks, floating easier with the wood to hold onto. He could see the shore now. With even greater might, Mike swam strongly flowing along with the waves crashing against the shore. He was near to home. Mike hit the sandy shore, wet with the waves. Looking up at the booming thunder and lightning strikes, he grimaced, muttering,''I hope there'll be power still.'' Mike threw the planks of wood onto the grass, and started running against the wind, as hard and as fast as he could. He was going to make it to his cabin...he had to. Rain started pouring down, pelting Mike's face, arms and legs. Kaboom! Mike jolted to a stop, gaping at the hole a lightining strike had left. ''Ahh!'' yelled Mike, running hard, proppelled by fear as much as anything else. He wasn't safe in that storm. No, he wasn't Mike flung open the door to his lake-side cabin. Wet and soaked, water dripped onto the wooden floor. Mike rested his arm on a chair, turning on the light and lighting a fire in the fire-place. Mike sighed with relief, glad that he had escaped from the storm. Grabbing his towel for a hot bath, he headed towards the bathroom. He threw his wet clothes into the laundry basket. Fizz... and then the power went out.
Written by me about 8 months ago, I hope you enjoy this story!
