Liquid black swirled in the darker, murky water. It came closer and closer until it sucked him in. His flailing could not help. His screaming would bring none to him. Pain filled him and darkness surrounded him.
Mr. Elliot sat up straight and gasped. He was in his bed and nothing was wrong. No inky water, no cold, nothing but his room's furnishings and himself.
He calmed himself by going downstairs and getting a cup of tea. Wind howled outside. He casually picked up the newspaper from that morning to see if he had missed anything. Gently sipping the beverage, his eyes strolled through an article of the current hurricane, Katrina or something like that. Mr. Elliot figured it would be weak or would miss his city entirely like the others. Finally relaxed, the skool teacher went back upstairs to sleep.
It's been almost two weeks since the anniversiry of Huricane Katrina hitting Louisiana. Hurricane Katrina has been ranked the third most deadly hurricane, claiming 1,256 lives. Just thought I'd write about it.
Note: Please don't point out that Zim landed in the middle of North America. I know this. Also, I can't read minds so I don't know what the people that were in this circumstance thought. I'm just a humble writer. If any of my facts are wrong, besides the ones stated in this note, please tell me where I can find the correct ones so I can fix it.