County Blaze

It was a particularly peaceful night for me and my family in the hot Texas air. We had just finished with a full day, of the first part, of our annual family reunion and were getting ourselves settled to just hang out with each other. We put on a movie, and sat down to enjoy it when a sudden roar shook the foundation of our country home. Minutes later the streets, as well as my home turned in to a black void in which all the lights were no longer on. In a panic my family and I stumbled through the house trampling each other in the darkness. We scattered about until my mom found the door that revealed a vivid red glow. Soon after the same glow attracted the rest of my family and I, so we followed, but what we found was not an appealing sight. The ruckus that shook the house turned out to be the electrical tower that powered the entire street or what was left of it. The tower exploded leaving the streets black. Unfortunately for me and the people, who live on my street, there was a fire that had spread through the fields around where the tower lay, and we lived miles away from any real, stable, fire department. This put us in a massive state of shock, so we quickly scurried along the out skirts of the fire, trying to find some way of getting the fire to die out. The search was a long one, but no luck came are way. The fire grew more and more, and every one began to panic as there seemed to be no hope of extinguishing the rippling blaze. Because it seemed as a loss cause, the families of my street began to dissipate, leaving there homes to be demolished by the monstrous inferno. The same, on the other hand, could not be said for my family, who were dead set on keeping the house and every thing in it. We waited for any visual signs of the fires end, but it seemed as if it would burn for forever. One by one we watched as the streets lit up in flames torching one house after another. After about the fourth house, my family declared the land a lost cause, so we ran to the car. There were no keys so my uncle hot wired the car to make a quick get away. Once the car was running, we drove away from the slowly dying street, watching as the once lively place became a baron waste land for the fire to wreak havoc upon. We drove for about five minutes until we noticed a mob of red and blue lights fly right past us in the opposite direction. The car got silent. Everyone looked at each other as if it was a miracle and wondered if the house was going to survive. We made a wide u-turn rushing back to the house, but by the time we got there the fire had already ripped through our house and every other house on that street. My family and I watched as the burley firemen attacked the fire with raging waters from the hoses. It took about an hour or two for the firemen to finally extinguish the fire, but what did it matter. The fire left nothing in its path, leaving this land black and lifeless looking. The sky rained ashes, which made me and my family sadder than before because now what was left of our home was now falling from the sky. The officers on the scene escorted us to the nearest town where we were given the opportunity to stay in a motel. Once we got into the motel, my family and I cleaned our selves up, with clothes given to us by the officers. Once everyone had finished, we all sat down to the area around the TV. We flipped through the channels only to find our street on the nightly news. We watched the TV with a deep melancholy, waiting for the suns rays to shine for a new day.