Scared Stiff

The whole house rocked voilently.

The walls sounded as though they would break and crumble in on the young woman.

She refused to open her large blue, piercing eyes, and shuddered at the thought of what might await her vision.

Again the house rocked.

She tried to let out a silent tear but nothing fell.

Her beautiful blonde hair sat perfectly around her shoulders.

'Breath' she said to herself, 'just breath'.

In the distance she could hear something, cries maybe.

She still didn't know what was happening, was it an earthquake?

Everything around her was in complete darkness.

Even if she had choosen to open her eyes, she wouldn't see a thing.

The beautiful young woman tried to calm down, she couldn't.

Heat began swallowing her house.

She was sure that the place had caught fire and she knew she'd die.

Yet, she choose not to move from her hiding place.

Her house became hotter and hotter untill she could feel the burning sensation on her skin.

Still, she remained silent and froozen.

Prayers rang through her head, so vivid she could almost hear them.

This was it, she knew there was no getting out of this.

If only she'd ran.

It was over now, her house and herself, now nothing but ash.


'Amen' announced the preist who stood beside the large furnace.

A family in the front row held each other, some people in the crowd let out sad tears.

A picture sat beside the priest, a strikingly beautiful young woman with piercing blue eyes and perfect blonde hair smiled to the crowd.