Hurricane Assessment - First Draft

Year Seven Geography.

An outdated, contemporary tale, which will not occur as my parents would not be able to afford the flight, and would be logistically impossible to arrange given a crowded Summer.

It's always interesting to see the reality of future prediction tales, like with 'Lisa's Wedding' and the actual absence of robots in 2012, and 'Back to the Future Part II', yet with that the 2015 vision is slowly becoming a reality with the availability of merchandise replicas from the movie, such as the Nike MAG and the Mattel hoverboard.

Another aspect of the present left out of the story due to my age at the time is the fact I'd be thinking of cute boys throughout the hurricane, and wanting desperately to go on Tumblr. And watch AmazingPhil. I wouldn't be making the similie to the alien invasion of Earth, and neither would I be screaming "Goddammit!", though the repitition is nice. I'd be swearing at a quieter tone. Or listening instead to Vaguely Live Radio or a Vengenza Media podcast to keep me calm. The likelihood of me watching ABC News rather than watching something far more interesting (biased Fox News, Cartoon Network, Comedy Central, etc.) is slim.

The entirety of this tale was crossed out with a A4 'x', to be replaced with the second draft, set two years afterwards, which I will post tomorrow.

Tuesday 2nd December 2008

Hurricane Assessment
Year 2012 - The plane landed in Florida, and I exited the plane. We drove of to the hotel, checked in, and watched ABC news. The weather man said "...and there's a hurricane heading to Florida, and will destroy the hotels within two hours!", and I screamed "Goddammit!".

We went back to the airport to catch a flight out of here, but all flights were canceled because of the hurricane. We stayed at the airport* because it's a safe place, because it's a small space. We're really, really scared in this small place, thinking we're going to die, and then the hurricane shattered the glass, and we were sure we were going to die! Tears went down our cheeks, but then it stopped, and we were relieved we survived the hurricane.

We go went outside and see the damage and it's like aliens destroyed Earth - 5 times! And I screamed "Goddammit!"

*toilets
© 2008 Peter Webb.

The Fantastic Four

The fantastic foursome stood in the quarters of one Dr. Reed Richards - famed scientist, sided by his best friend, Ben Grimm, who had met together in university over a decade prior; Reed's girlfriend, Sue Storm, and her brother Johnny. Reed Richards, thirty-five, and Ben Grimm had had experience in Second World War combat prior to beginning campus. Now they are sided with friends and lovers and supposed family - Richards in a suit of blue, stove-pipe in hand; his brown hair already fading to the color of gray - Grimm in an expensive patterned green suit - Ms. Storm sexy, slim pink get-up - also fashionable - Mr. Storm showed his cuteness with a white shirt and orange pullover; his blond hair and sweet likeness attractive to the ladies. The room of four sides was gray and decorated with an array of dusting books. The day was getting late. Fury and anger and tiredness was amongst them all. Richards stood, considerate. "If you want to fly to the stars, then you pilot the ship! Count me out!" were the words that stormed out of Ben Grimm's mouth. After all, Reed Richards was the eldest of the group, and surely the most intelligent of them. "You know we haven't done enough research into the effect of cosmic rays! They might kill us all out in space!" For a moment, Ben actually sounded serious, actually genuinely concerned. The space race of the Soviets was growing enormously. America had to show that it is the greatest in this war of nations. Perhaps a final convincing blow to the dumb-founded Ben, Sue cried out and voiced the communist concern.