The Nuclear Factory

• Noah Barton, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2022

THE NUCLEAR FACTORY

The pounding wind was causing the car to sway on the road. The surrounding shrubs were being de-rooted and lifting like an insect from a flower. There were many signs reading the same warning, “WARNING: Do NOT enter. Land may contain unearthed bombs. Notify authorities if located.”. There were many old, tired shacks surround by junkyards of rust. The scenery was not something you would pay money for; it was not somewhere you would want to live. It got even worse as the large compound of glimmering metal came into sight. There were huge clouds of toxic green and deathly black smoke pouring out of large smoke columns. There were sounds of electricity coming from inside, as if there was a pure ball of electricity just sitting there. The power lines were fizzing and crackling, sending sparks of toxic electricity flying through the air. I woke up, I thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t, there was still the green smoke in the air and electrical sparks in the air. There was only one explanation, a nuclear factory, a deadly, toxic, unsafe, illegal nuclear factory.