the tornado

inside the eye of a tornado

I was suddenly transfixed by the tornado but it was too late to do anything. A violent wave of wind washed over me, and before I knew it, I was in the eye of the tornado. I let out a high pitched scream but my voice wasn’t coming out. i filled with anxiety and fear as then the realization of not surviving the tornado  hit me like a cold brick wall. Tears sprung out of my eyes as I touched the soft cloudy surface of the tornado. Smaller twister tornadoes circled inside of the tornado, building a cocoon of dust, air, people and stray parts of metal. Right then, a blinding white light shone over my eyes disabling me to see anything. And just like that I began to feel my eyes flutter close.