(Open to anyone.)
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Heavy rain hit the roofs...wind smashed against windows. Floods, the ground covered with a think layer of water. Knee deep...freezing cold. Drains were blocked, empty cigarette packets were swept down the abandoned streets. Lightning screeched in the sky, flashing yellow lights illuminated the night sky. Thunder...roared like drums. The sound was mingled with the howling of the wind.

The market stores were closed. Schools, Collages, shops. The electricity been wiped out, along with water. Pipes had been broken, causing more water come through. Houses flooded, the water was stronger enough to knock down doors. Families were in danger. Police, air Paramedics, saved lives of old and young.

Misha was caught in the middle of this...he could hear the water smash against his door. He had tyred to call the police, nothing. The man thought that he was going to drown. Water had gotten in through gaps in the walls. It was midnight, darkness had taken over.

Misha leaned over, on the oak table lay a small metal torch. He threw a hand deep into his pocket, pulling out a Mobile phone...he switched it on. No signal.

A bead of sweat dripped down Misha's forhead. He had never been this scared in his life...he was never in a position like this. He couldn't just run, couldn't escape.

Misha ran to the window...Paramedics, Police helicopter were there. Finaly he though. The water outside was swirling around as the helicopter drew closer. It could only hover just above houses, dropping rope-ladders. He didn't care about that...he needed to escape.

It looked as though the copters were having trouble getting to him, this wasn't good. His front room was filling up with was, Misha front door was being smashed to pieces. What could he do, nothing, he couldn't do anything. Just hope that the copters could come and pick him up. Water was up to his thigh's now, his blue jeans were plastered to his legs...why was he thinking of that. His life was at risk, a bit longer and he could be dead.

Misha forced himself not to think of himself dead.

Then he heard the front door smash, a loud crash stayed in his ears for minutes. Then he began thinking again. Misha waded through the deep water, avoiding falling over, he reached his hall, only to see that pieces of door floating away, and dirty, black water flooding in.

Misha felt the water rise, it was a his waist, and constantly moving. I wish I was with my family! Misha thought. He continued moving down the hall-way, it just kept getting deeper.

(its great to say anyone can join but you need to specify what this is vaugely about, where this is set, ie can there be magic ect, and other stuff. Otherwise mate poeple just won't join)

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Made by Lembas

(OK. Well, there is a bad storm, ruining this village, houses are being flooded, and destroyed. The streets are also flooded. It is set modern England. Magic is not alowed.You can also choose a situation you want, you can be in the copter, in a house, on a police boat, ect. Errrrm, that is it really. Thanks for the advise. -hits own head for not thinking-)

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To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, exept, take exercise, get up early or be respectable ~Oscar Wilde~

i'll join

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(Goodie!)

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To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, exept, take exercise, get up early or be respectable ~Oscar Wilde~

Addison was on top of her roof waving madly at the copter. Her small son was clinging to her leg. Addison fearfully looked around. The water was quickly rising and soon their roof-top safety would be their death wish. Addison knealt down so she was even with her son, Micheal.
"You'll be ok. Just do as mommy tells you." Micheal nodded and clung tighter to her soaked jeans. Her husband, Craig was gone at work. She hadn't heard anything from him. Her mobile phone was wet and broken.
Finally a copter flew towards them. It hovered for a second and a man's voice sounded over the intercomm.
"We only have room for one."
Addison closed her eyes painfully and nodded.
"Take my son!" She called to them. Micheal started to cry.
"It's ok honey, they'll take care of you."
A man dressed in heavy uniform climbed down a ladder and pried Micheal from Addison's arms. She smiled sadly and wiped away tears that were streaming down her face.

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Misha held on to the doorframe, hoping that the water would not wash him away, like it had done to his front door. He cursed loudly when a large piece of wood was launched at him by the waves. How worse could his situation be? His question was soon answered. The helicopters that had been circling his house had gone, and it looked as though they were taking someone else. But why? Had they not seen him?

“Help! I am here!” Misha roared at them, although he knew it was useless.

After shouting, his throat had begun to burn, his legs began to feel weak, his despair had begun to wear him out. All the bad thoughts rushing through his head…will I die? How will I escape? He didn’t feel good, but would anyone in his position feel particularly brilliant. Misha was a strong man; he knew he could push himself on.

After standing in his hall getting his breath back, Misha finally moved. There was a balcony outside his bedroom window, maybe there was more chance of him being spotted, up there.

The man reached the landing, it was dark up there, but Misha knew his house better than anywhere else. His bedroom was on the very end of the landing; the door was decorated with stickers, yellow with black spots. Blue stickers with quotes on them, he had collected them for years.

Misha pushed open the door, it was dry in his bedroom, although the window was broken, and some rain had managed to get into the room. The balcony was still in one piece, luckily enough, the man stepped out quickly…as soon as he stepped onto the balcony, the pilot of the helicopter called out on the speakerphone. “ We only have room for one!”

Misha’s body was suddenly drained of energy, any hope of getting out had faded; he could see one of the helicopter men taking away a boy from a weeping mother. Misha waved frantically at the woman, hoping to get her attention. If she could get across the roof tops , she would be able to get in his house, and then they would be able to figure out a way of getting out of the village without dying.

It was worth a try...

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To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, exept, take exercise, get up early or be respectable ~Oscar Wilde~