These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Acts of God.
OctPoWriMo
When They Blame God
I can’t imagine how people
blamed the city, everyone in
the city for being hit by
a hurricane, but they did.
So many said we deserved it
for our beliefs and our actions.
Some said that God was punishing us
but aren’t we all victims
of acts of God?
Do those people blame
themselves when lightning
hits a tree and the fire spreads?
Do they feel punished when a strong wind
blows and a limb falls on their roof?
Is it their own beliefs and actions
that caused the water heater to burst
and flood their house? No. It’s never
their debauchery, their impure thoughts
or deeds. It’s only bad luck.
Writober Flash Fiction
Jayden and her tornado hunting friends, thought it was fun to make up stories of what horrible things the owners of the destroyed houses must have done to deserve the wrath of God. As they watched a funnel sweep up a cow, they laughed and said Bessie must have made sour milk. When a ferocious, wide twister took out a small town, they imagined a conspiracy of murdering vagrants and making them disappear. When a church was the only building destroyed, they imagined a cult of devil worshipers in the basement. They laughed and laughed as they recorded the destruction, and posted it to their Youtube channel for likes and comments, hoping to eventually get a sponsor to one day become professionals, and not just hobbyists. Vehicle damage and injuries, made for an expensive hobby, but the adrenaline from getting so close to such power, was worth the credit card debt.
They were chasing a super-cell. A group of tornadoes that were joining into one massive, earth-tearing monster, roaring through farms and small towns. Jayden stopped laughing in the middle of her story of a mid-western drug cartel; meth-cooking farmers, small town dealers; because she saw a face, a giant face in the funnel, staring at them, scowling at them.
“Guys, do you see that?” she yelled over the deafening roar.
She didn’t know if they heard her, but Yolanda slammed on the breaks. “It’s turning right at us,” she yelled.
Jayden saw the finger, definitely a giant finger form at the base of the funnel. It pointed right at them. Then it was over them, pressing down on them, as if squishing an irritating ant.
Halloween Photography Challenge
For today’s images, I was thinking of how a Tornado can hit down and destroy one house leaving its neighbors untouched. I cut a tornado with a finger pointing down at its base for my shape filter then used the blue only setting in my camera to take pictures in the mirrorworld.
Experience Writing 