- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Genres
- Fantasy, Modern Fantasy, Animal based, Scifi, Modern, Horror, Comedy, Slice of life.
She'd never experienced this much thrill and danger and horror in her life. But her experiences were not yet over. Her home was falling and she needed to save her family. Were they even still alive? Her mother, her sister, her grandfather...They were terrible in times of crisis. Her mother always succumbed to hysteria and ran around like a chicken with it's head cut off, her grandfather who was as old as damn dirt, always insisted that they leave him be and 'he should have died ten years ago anyway'.
But what worried Nyashi the most was her sister. Biki, was a coward. One time, three years after Nyashi had been born, a small fire had been started behind their house and the flames had latched onto their back door. Their mother and grandfather had gone out to fetch some medicine for Nyashi who had been sick with the flu and Biki was supposed to be watching her. When the flames made their way to the play room where Nyashi was sitting in a sickness induced stupor, Biki saw the flames and grabbed her younger sister. But Nyashi was delirious and she stumbled and the flames were advancing and Biki screamed, "You're moving too slow!" and she dropped Nyashi and ran.
Of course, Nyashi had been saved before the flames reached her, as there were two pelican avians flying towards their house with bills full of water, but Nyashi always remembered that day, even though Biki never brought it up and always avoided any conversation that involve the topic of crisis and fire.
The point was, that Nyashi didn't expect her sister to be at home when she got there.
And she was right.
Biki was gone, Nyashi's mother was curled into a ball under a plank of smoldering wood, and Nyashi's grandfather was nowhere to be seen.
"Ma!" The swift winged avian cried, landing and crouching in front of her mother. She had to yell her next words, as it was almost impossible to hear her mother over the screams of agony and terror going on around her. "Where's grandfather? Where's---
"He wouldn't leave!" Nyashi's mother screamed. "He kept repeating that same stupid spiel! 'I should have died ten years ago anyway! I should have died ten years ago anyway! I should have--
"Ma! Stop! Focus! Where is Biki?" The swift avian asked, hoping and praying that her mother's response would be different from what Nyashi was already thinking.
Her mother stopped whimpering for a moment and stared up at her youngest daughter with tearful eyes, reflecting pure agony. "She left. Nyashi, she left, and she didn't look back."
Anger and feelings of betrayal coursed through the younger avian even though she knew this would have happened. How could Biki leave their mother?
But no. Now wasn't the time to dwell upon this. She would find Biki and beat her within an inch of her life later. Now she needed to dislodge the plank and get her mother down to the Temple for treatment. "I'm gonna get you outta here, Ma." Grasping the smoldering wood with her bare hands, Nyashi fought through the pain and struggled to lift the wood. It raised about and inch and stayed there. She wasn't strong enough.
Looking around frantically, she screamed. "Help me! Somebody help me please!" But who could possible come to her aid? There were people struggling to escape from their own piles and pieces of debris.
Last edited: