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Emil, Mami, Papi, and Elara

By Atharv Krishna


The extremely Sad and Emotional Story 

It was a sunny day in Lichtenfurt and I was packing my bag before my busy day ahead. Grabbing my 15€ for my Eiersalat and for a yummy meal at Elsa's Stube. Mmmm! They have really good Schnitzel. Oh my God! It’s already 7:15, gotta drop Emil to school.

Around 15 minutes later, Emil and Elara were sitting side by side in the metro. “Next station: Nexus Tower. Please mind the gap between the platform and the train.” It boomed out of the speakers. The train had just now surfaced and I said bye to Emil. Then at the next stop was my studio. Got up on the 78th floor of the Tower 5 in the Nexus Business Park (NBP).

But then there was a monstrous shake. I grabbed the table and hid under it. It almost felt like the building was dancing. Not a happy dance — it was an extremely creepy dance. The lights flickered, the building was swaying, making something like an arch in the sky.

Then I looked out the window, saw our apartment building. It was no longer there.

“Mama, Papa!” I shouted, thinking about Emil next. His school was cracking. But then the Lichtenfurter Damm — IT BREACHED!!!!!! The water was going at terrifying speed. OMG, it was heading for our building, Emil’s school, and our already gone apartment — which is now debris!!!!!!

But then I felt it. Emil’s school — gone in the flood. And it was heading at our building. I felt it lurch and then I could see it — we were tilting.

Now I started praying. “Oh God, please help me.” I thought my life passed by my eyes. And then the building was just debris as it slammed into the ground. I texted my parents, but my phone died.

I was in a little island of debris all alone. Then a wave came and I found myself in water and was rescued by a boat.

I then spotted Mama, Papa and Emil’s corpses floating in the mushy brown water — and I weeped.

All the good memories, the happiness — this is all now the past. And I have nobody.

My life, Mama Papa Emil, I just want to say, I love you.


By Atharv Krishna



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