Ten Were Found Part 1

At long last, I have finall finnished the short story. I am pleased with how it turned out, though it could have used a bit more polishing. A course or two in Composition and Rhetoric with a side of Writting Skills 101 couldn't hurt.
I'm going to release this short story in three parts at least a day apart from eachother. So keep checking back here to get the whole story. And now, without further ado...


Ten Were Found
By: Ernest Patrick Rhone’ v

The people ran about the city in a type of willy-nilly fashion. No one was really getting anywhere, not that there was any escape. The only noise one could really hear were that of screams and crying. Other noises, such as men and women cursing God and pleading to Him, peppered the deafening mayhem.
It will probably always be the most confounding series of events that trapped the people in the coastal city. Earlier that day, a strong earthquake ripped through that city and that city alone. No other city around it felt the even a slight aftershock. Yet, the city’s routes in and out on all sides were completely severed by massive cracks, though no other damage was reported. A short time after the earthquake a wall of water could be seen out at sea. It was a tidal wave clearly headed for the city.
Neighboring cities tried to help. But their efforts were in vain as their equipment failed and all other attempts inexplicably failed. Elected officials within tried to organize evacuations. But as helicopters were mysteriously destroyed with large rocks, and the ground shook violently the moment anyone stepped near the city limits, all hope seemed lost and the citizens began to get desperate.
Now the wall of water is ever so visible and the projected encounter was predicted to be within one hour.
One man in particular, a soldier just returning from Germany, looks about the city with the same fear and a realization that random action will do nothing to help him. He had been thought to think in any situation and to him this was no different. He looked out to see at the great wall of water. “Help me, Lord.” He whispered to himself. At that moment, he noticed an older gentleman, standing on the beach near the breaking tide, watching the approaching tidal wave.
The demeanor of this man was not that of someone panicking for deliverance from impending doom. He just stood there, as if he were waiting for something. “He’s probably in shock.” He said to himself.
The young man ran down to the older gentleman. “Hey, mister! You okay?” The man stood there, watching. “Yes.” The man answered. “I’m fine.”
“Well we gotta get outa here! Can’t you see we’re gonna die if we don’t do something?”
“I am doing something. I’m praying. Besides, there’s no escaping judgment.”
“What do you mean?” The older gentleman’s statement distracted the soldier from the mayhem around him for just a few moments as he inquired to understand his words.
“I mean to say young man that God is in the preparation stages of judgment upon this wonderful and wicked city.
A young girl came to the man’s side with a cup of coffee. The soldier figured her to be just barely eighteen years of age, if that old. “Here, daddy, I was able to find a gas station just down the road. There was no attendant there so I made the coffee and left the money on the counter in front of the register.”
“Thank you, dear.” The man sipped his coffee as he drifted back into the thoughtful stare. His daughter also looked out to sea.
“Goodness, where are my manners.” The man shook his head. “Young soldier, this is my daughter, Jessi, and my name is Nathan Andrews.”
He was a little thrown off by the apparent lack of urgency in his voice as the man introduced himself and his daughter. “Oh, uh, I’m Jason. Jason Oldam.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Said Nathan
“I have to say, you seem very calm.” Said Jason. “Aren’t you afraid to die?”
“Death holds no threat to me. To a Christian, death is just a doorway to eternity. It’s the final step before eternal fellowship with Jesus. Besides that, I chose to stay here.”
“What do you mean, you chose to stay?”
“One moment, please.” Nathan turned to Jessi. “Where’s Jacob?”
“He’s out trying to find the rest of your congregation to tell them what’s actually happening. When I saw him last, he said he found a couple and that they’d join us here.”
“Excellent.”
“You are really starting to confuse me. You intend to have service just before destruction?”
“Now, now, young man, it’s not what you think. Let me start from the beginning.”
“May as well. Since there’s no escape I find that I have a little time to spare.”

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