Story Fine Ash

[Person_Random 4,991]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I finished my homework! Going to bed!” I yelled, but I already knew no one heard me. On the other side of the table, my older sister, Jane, lay zoned out on top of her physics homework while my dad snored as the television blasted a rerun of “America’s Got Talent”, and then an advertisement about “Fred the Fanatic”, a superstar track athlete. Instead, I shook my head at these two and walked off to my bedroom. Remembering to set my alarm clock so that I wouldn’t annoy my dad around while my mom was on her business trip, I fiddled with the new Rubik’s cube Larry had sent me from university before going to sleep.

 

Just as I walked over to the door to turn off the lights, a deafening din led me the opposite way to the window, which had shattered into chunks and shards, scattering sharp pieces on the carpet. Even though I thought that everyone should have been shocked awake, all I heard were snores coming out of the other rooms. Instead, I decided to handle this by myself, walking over to the window and extracting a heavy rubber ball out of the fluffy carpet, slowly cleaning up the mess myself. Then, voices.

 

Peeking over the sill silently, straining to see every detail, I watched with curiosity as the scene unfolded. “You’re familiar with this, Ansucharis,” a gruff police officer grunted, “And you, Nav, here’s your Miranda Rights,” he scowled angrily as he handed out a sheet of paper to the diminutive criminal, apparently upset that he had been sent onto duty when all he appeared to have wanted was a donut and another cup of coffee. However, before he had a chance to explain anything, Ansucharis took a step back and grabbed her tennis racket from a hideous sports bag. To her misfortune, the other officer whirled around and grabbed her wrist, but she pulled free and managed to deliver a blow to his head. As the wounded officer went down unconscious, Ansucharis extracted a few jumbo packs of gummy worms from her duffel and stuffed them in Nav’s jeans pockets. “Escape and call Pyco! I’ll meet you at headquarters once I gather some more loot!” Once he heard this, Nav quickly accelerated to his top waddling speed, intent on making it across the street.

 

Pyco couldn’t be… I thought. He may have been a mean kid, but he’s not a criminal! I hope. As I pondered if it could be the young martial artist in Nakamura’s Fight Club, a sickening sound turned my focus to the right. Out of the blue, an old and battered Dodge vehicle decelerated upon impact of Nav, and I could clearly hear the driver slur out “Jingle Bells” even though no one had even begun decorating for Halloween yet.

 

Suddenly, Ansucharis let loose a loud, motherly wail that would have woken up the Joneses next door. “Noooooo! NAV!” she cried. Ignoring her, the police rushed over to arrest the drunk, and Ansucharis was left alone, a classic rookie mistake in my opinion. That probably came from watching Mission Impossible, as I knew that someone left alone usually could find a way to evade punishment. However, instead of running away, like anyone else would, she whipped out a supposedly stolen iPhone X out of her pocket and speed-dialed a phone number, with the faint ringtone barely meeting my ears. But when she glanced quickly at the screen, something made her jump out of her skin.

 

Only I heard her plea. “Oh no, my phone’s at 2%, almost dead! I got to get to Pyco! Oh, please answer!” By the worried look on her face and the pleas for the phone to answer, each ring felt like a kick in the shin as she waited on her last thread of hope, anxiously waiting for Pyco to answer the phone, which he did not. Luckily, he had at least emptied his voice mailbox, so she left a message. “PETANO!!! I need you to bring one of the cars over to pick up the goods. Whatever you do, don’t bring the Ferrari! Get there on the double! We have a problem!” As the criminal Pyco Petano received a message, I breathed a sigh of relief: I didn’t have a classmate who was a thief.

 

Meanwhile, Ansucharis squealed nervously as she bumped into some topiary, hoping that Pyco would come fast. One of the younger officers addressing the drunk’s problem collapsed in fear, buying her time, and she looked up thankfully for this. However, the other cop quickly took charge, handling the situation smoothly, calling for a fire truck, an ambulance, and some more backup to clean up the scene. Finally, when everything became more manageable, he headed back to watch Ansucharis, who had more or less stayed put. That is, until he came.

 

As she dived into a large sculpture of Dumbo the Elephant, a thundering siren broke my eardrum and flashing LEDs blinded me temporarily. As I glanced outside, another roar made my heart rate jump up.

 

The Ferrari had arrived, in all its glory. Cruising like a bullet shot out of a gun, I guessed that the vehicle would probably earn a few speeding tickets if it were daytime. However, the sound of metal smashing into more metal shocked me as the ambulance unexpectedly ran over the Dodge in the dark and immediately exploded, sending a mushroom cloud of fire into the air. Eager to see the scene, I grabbed my dad’s binoculars from the top of my bookshelf and focused in on the street view, not understanding the seriousness of the situation. Apparently, while I wasn’t looking, Pyco had rear-ended the ambulance, then screamed shrilly as his vintage paint scheme melted off his car, backing off as fast as he could. Just then, Ansucharis yelled and waved at Pyco, but he ignored her, driving away at top speed so he could escape, leaving her to sprint from the growing ball of flames to find her own way out.

 

Finally, the rest of them woke. I heard my dad stirring and Jane’s scream when she found out just how long she had been asleep. And then the Joneses followed. A shrill shriek emanated from Ms. Jones’s mouth as she watched all her hard work on the brilliant topiary sculptures crumble and fall. As I looked at the rising tower of fire, as if hypnotized, a tap on my back startled me.

 

“The fire’s too big! Evacuate now if you can! We’ll do our best to save your house!” a fireman warned, taking the rest of my family to their truck by the corner, as well as the rest of the neighbors, who either entered the truck or drove away on their own.

 

Driving off into the distance, the truck navigated through at top speed. I couldn’t bear to look back, as our home had already become fine ash.

 

 

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Dear readers. Join us today and check this thrilling action filled story by @Person_Random that will show you how misfortune can strike at any second!

[Pythor 1,354]

PR's logo changed to a fireball?  :ph34r:

[r_Given6 859]

Didn't quite understand what happened, but still a nice read.

[Adab 2,898]

Nice writing, I simply enjoyed it! :)

[Vegas 960]

good job :)

[Person_Random 4,991]

On 11/16/2019 at 11:32 AM, pythor20000 said:

PR's logo changed to a fireball?  :ph34r:

When did that happen?

 

On 11/17/2019 at 4:15 AM, At_Shin said:

This should have been called Attack of the Fire Bird. Don't play with fire kids...

Playing with fire?  I'm scared...  *pulls out Freeze*

 

On 11/17/2019 at 7:41 AM, Given said:

Didn't quite understand what happened, but still a nice read.

Sorry if I confused you... if you want, I can explain in Forum PM.

 

On 11/18/2019 at 3:21 AM, adab_online said:

Nice writing, I simply enjoyed it!

Thanks!  Writing it was a pleasure.

 

On 11/18/2019 at 6:10 AM, Vegas said:

good job

Thanks!  Really appreciate the feedback.
 

Edited December 2, 2019 by Person_Random
hehe just testing if spoilers work

[tankichamp 1]

This is a really good story I really enjoyed it

Please continue making more :D

U pulled out freeze 0_0

*pulls out xp/bp style*

[Lose 881]

Great story.

[Sacrifice 2,278]

I just read it today. Its amazing. I really like the concept on which it is based. How everything could go wrong in a matter of seconds.