Chapter 1 – THE WHIRLWIND IN DALLAS

Written By: luke4079

At first, it was windy and white in there; and then it was clear; and then it was nothing but dizziness and fear. All I could hear was the buzzing of my nouns and ideas whirling around. A tornado had formed. It had taken all the buildings, lifted the cars, and snatched all the Lone Stars. All the media trucks, satellite dishes, bishops, journalists, Bar-B-Q ribs, gold chalices, wooden pews, iron crucifixes, snakeskin boots, and plaster angel statues in existence were pulverized into windy white dust bits that flew around my face. And then I was the only one there. There was just me and a question. And the gust, which had given birth to the question, had blown everything away, leaving me and that question:

“Are you a victim?”

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