earthquake - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Earthquake today. Really? Since when were they so accurate they could pin point that. It's like saying where an individual rain drop will land three months in advance. Give me a break. I'm going back to bed."
Earthquake. Fear overload. No time to think. Safety. Get Joey under the table and hold on for dear life. It's no gentle warning, it's full bore. The table is jumping over the floor like it has a mind of its own, and parts of the ceiling are coming down in chunks. But all I can think about is Joey, so little, scared. This quake could have come any time in the next few hundred years but here it is, right now, right here.
At first no-one moves, their brains unable to make sense of the input from their ears and feet. The ground is moving and the noise is like extended thunder only worse because the vibrations are coming from below. Then like a switch has been flicked everyone moves for safety, all of them on the autopilot mode that all consuming fear creates. The walls scream and the lights flicker rapidly before going out all together. Whether we live or die depends on whether the house stands or falls, and either way our fate is a joint one. We'll either walk away hand in hand or perish in the rubble.
At first the table rattles like a freight train just passed, Katy looks at the surface of her coffee and the surface is ruffled like she just put the cup down too clumsily. She looks up at Hank, eyebrows raised and wearing a half smile. Then all at once the house is moved up and down with such a force they sprawl over the floor, falling heavily to the terracotta tile. The pictures fall from the walls, glass shattering. Together they scramble for the table legs, pulling themselves underneath while the very ground shakes with more noise than a quarry detonation, releasing the tension of eons. Their screams are lost under the deafening noise and as the shaking retreats they reach out for one another's hands. As their skin touches they look around. Chaos, wreckage, but the house still stands. Hank pulls Katy to standing. “Let's get outside, Katy, find out how the neighbours are.”
Today's earthquakes have been programmed into the database. The virtual reality subjects will have their numbers called one by one, we'll see how they respond. There's nothing like a natural disaster to see what their really made of - heroes or cowards? We'll soon see.
Suddenly, the lights swung violently from the ceiling. Cracks appeared from the ground beneath. Fear and panic ensued as the ground shook up and down, as if the entire place suddenly fell from the sky and struck the earth with mighty impact. All of them scrambled up to their feet but most immediately lost balance and were reduced to crawling as they fled outdoors.
There was a terrible rumble from deep in the belly of the earth that struck fear into every living beast. Then the earth began to move as if it were a wave on the sea and buildings that had stood for centuries crumbled into their own foundations, trapping their occupants to a grisly death by crushing.
I was driving toward the suspension bridge when the big one struck. At first I couldn't figure out what the noise was, it was too loud even to be a jet engine. But then the ground shook, tossing the cars about. The earth cracked right next to the road and the bridge collapsed like it was made of string and sticks. The cars tumbled into the river and the drivers never stood a chance. The concrete and the steel cables rained down on top of them, smashing them further down into the water, helping them to sink all the faster.
I've been asked many times to describe the earthquake that struck in 2015, and I say the same thing each time. It was like being shaken in a biscuit tin, only the tin was your house and the biscuits were your family and furniture. When the shaking was over we realized just how lucky we were. Many homes and offices had collapsed, trapping people under tonnes of rubble dead or alive. We tried to dig out friends and neighbours with our bare hands, but it was a hopeless task and all we pulled out were the mangled and dusty corpses. We lived in fear of the after shocks, more buildings came down then and despite the freezing temperatures we camped out in the open. The army was deployed to help and there were aid parcels sent to us via the international relief effort.
When the earthquake struck the noise was many magnitudes louder than thunder. The roar was at an intensity I'd never experienced before. The building itself was shaken like a dolls house and we were tossed around like so many dolls. Glasses smashed. books fell off shelves and our one of a kind glass mosaic fell off the wall. It was terrifying. We held tight for the first main shake, curled up in balls under a table until it was over, clinging to that table legs. Then we rushed outside for fear that the house might come crashing down on us.
Today an earthquake shook our town to its foundations. I want to tell you more but the words won't come. I want to cry but my tears have dried up. I want my heart to stop beating but it keeps on pounding in my chest. I need to see someone I know still breathing instead of being pulled up out of the ground with dust on their blue lips. I can still hear the screaming of the earth and often I stumble as if the ground just lurched again. Somewhere out there are lots of people feeling glad they aren't here, irritated that they are asked to help us unfortunates. It seems like they're getting their wish though, doesn't it? Most of us are dead and the living don't have the will to carry on. If I am the only one then surviving is a punishment...