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“The Aftermath” by Kristen Costa
The morning after the storm had hit I opened my eyes and hoped that it had all been a bad dream. Unfortunately, it hadn’t. My aunt’s house runs on a natural gas generator so we were still with power. I flipped through news channels and saw that channel after channel had devastating stories to tell and even worse pictures to show than the last.
“The Disaster of a Lifetime” by Anthony Modafferi
My heart broke in half right at the spot. All of those pictures and memories and old toys from when I was a kid were all filled with water and ruined. I took a knee on the stairs and kissed my cross and let a few tears out. The horrific events I saw from Hurricane Sandy could never leave my mind.
“Surviving the Storm” by Ryan Watson
On the thirteenth day, I came home from school and saw seven electric trucks all from southern states like Alabama, Louisiana, and Georgia. They were working on the power lines and looking at the transformers to see what the problem was. They did this for the next couple of hours and when I went outside to check, they told the rest of the people living on my block, “The power will be restored momentarily…”
“Togetherness” by Stephanie LaTorre
The official time being away was eleven days, but it felt longer than that. Living with six other people took a long time to get used to, but besides the crowdedness, I actually had fun. This storm has impacted so many people’s lives, but it also brought us together with the people that mean the most to us.
“Sandy’s Aftermath” by George Malafis
From all this driving around, I looked at my fuel gauge and decided I might as well top off and head to Hess. When I arrived, I saw cars in the right lane in bumper-to-bumper traffic, never moving while the left lane flowed right along. All of a sudden… I realized that I was on a gas line. I glanced over the car in front of me to try and see the gas station before realizing it was a few blocks down.
“Sandy Hits Ocean Avenue” by Alana Durkin
Jared shone his flashlight down the basement steps and our faces became blank with terror. We saw the water rushing in from a pipe at the end of the stairs like an open fire hydrant… We all quickly put on our rain boots and ran downstairs to the basement. We waded through the water grabbing all our clothes, holiday decorations, pictures, and stored food…
“A Night Like No Other” by Brian Sayrafe
There were no firemen who could put out this horrific flame. Their big red fire trucks could not drive in this much water. All we could do was watch a friend’s house burn to the ground. All we could do was wait and wonder if our house would be the next to catch fire. This is without competition the scariest night I have ever experienced.
“Hurricane Sandy” by Jessica Simonelli
We gathered our things and silently drove home. As we got closer to our area, we began to see the damage, there were cars washed up on lawns and boats inside people’s kitchens. As we made the right down Jetmore Place, we could see that half our block was still flooded and a pile of boats were cluttered at the dead end. The closer we approached our home, the worse it looked. Dirt, tires, lawn chairs and even Halloween decorations piled up on our front lawn and none had belonged to my family.