This is the first short story I have ever made. It was actually based from my dream. These days, my dreams are very vivid and graphic. I tried to be as detailed as possible.
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The Rage of Strife
It was just a cozy afternoon, nothing special and I was just at our house. Suddenly, there were planes that came rushing, throwing copious amount of bombs in the air. The bombs are small but the impact is indescribable. Fright and fear fills the air we breathe. Little did I know that war is already happening. I tried to search for my father and sister but I failed. There's nowhere to find them. I must save myself, I don't want to die, not yet. I saw the bombs slowly falling into the ground and break anything it lands. While I was trying to find a safe haven, as if it exists, I saw my mother saving little kids and innocent people outside. I called her, it's too dangerous and she's the only family that left to me. I can't dare to lose her but she came no reply. There were wounds all over her but she keeps on shooting the attackers using her gun. She never used a gun before, I never seen her using one. I was astounded and then she left me. I don't know where she is heading but I'm too afraid to go outside. I'm such a coward then, why I can't just be like her- Fearless. Another bomb reached the roof and so I lied down to the floor, trying to lessen the impact. I covered my ears with my hands and my eyes shut. Is this really happening? I know it is no safe here, but I don't know where else to go. I went to the back door of our house and saw some familiar people. There were unusual crab-like, tiny robots that are crawling towards us. This is a déjà vu and I know I have been in this specific moment. I know that if you try to break those foreign creatures, it would just make them stronger by multiplying and forming a new creature. There's no turning back. I immediately went inside and I know that I'm just going to die. I was about to hide under the sink, but everything went dim. I closed my eyes as I was bewildered by what was happening. When I opened my eyes. I was lying in my bed and it was a normal Sunday morning. My breathing is heavy as I looked at the ceiling trying to calm myself.