Hail Storm

• Kiara Sellars, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2016

The colours of grey and black scattered the sky. As flocks of birds escaped the evil madness, I knew what was coming. We ran to take cover. Big blue blocks dropping 100km per hour created sounds louder than a gunshot. The pain in Charlies eyes was a sign that he wanted to take cover also. I untied his leash and we both took cover.

It had been two hours already and the hail storm was still alive. It had already ruined half of St Joesphs. Cars were smashed, house were ruined and people were dieing. When will it be over ?