Tornado

226 words by 1 writer in Ann Arbor

Stories filed under Tornado

chaos, Tornado, Prose

The sirens came abruptly. It was one in the morning and the window by our bed was still open.

by Russell Schindler

Ann arbor — Rain came spilling through the mesh screen that separated us from the madness outside. The thunder and lightning seemed to run on an endless loop. We sunk deeper into the bed, hid further and further ...

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