Today’s writing prompt will force us all to reflect on the magnitude-6.8 earthquake that shook Taiwan this past week, and its aftershocks. Keep reading to see today’s full writing prompt and my completed version of it.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Earthquake Aftershocks
Today, reflect on how a 6.8-magnitude earthquake would affect you and your loved ones personally where you live, then write about it. Or create a fictional character and their family to write about. What would the literal and metaphorical aftershocks be like? What would you see, feel, and do after such a powerful earthquake hit? If you’ve experienced a strong earthquake before, use that experience for your writing today.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
Aftershocks, by K.E. Creighton
The four of us had rushed from separate rooms to cram ourselves into the narrow doorjamb leading to the hallway with the bedrooms in our small bungalow; the house that has been in our family for generations.
We remained crammed in the doorjamb for nearly twenty minutes after the quake shook the house, the street, and the town. We were a standing pile of limbs and hair, cowering together in silence.
When we finally broke apart, after we were sure the quake had subsided, we assessed the damage. Not too much, luckily. Shattered picture frames of family members lined the hallway floor but the photos themselves seemed to be intact. And while items had fallen off tabletops and countertops, nothing that important was cracked or broken.
My father began walking around the house, appraising the walls, reporting that there were no cracks in them. My mother ran to the kitchen and reported that her appliances were still working. And my little sister was happy that her dolls didn’t have a single scratch on them.
I didn’t have anything to report myself either. All of my belongings were unharmed and I saw no structural damage in my bedroom.
Feeling relieved, we clambered out the front door together to check on our neighbors.
Mr. Young’s house, in front of us, was practically on its side and its front windows were missing. He had told me yesterday when I saw him at the mailbox that he was going to visit his niece today one town over, and I prayed silently that he was with her now.
I saw my friend Rachel and all her family members on the street a few doors down. They looked shocked and horrified, but I couldn’t see the state of their house from where we stood on the front stoop. Then I noticed that they weren’t looking at their house at all, but down the street toward the highway. So I started walking into the street myself to see what they were gawking at. My family followed me.
That’s when we saw the damaged highway overpass. Its cylinder blocks were standing erect no longer. The roadway portion of the overpass was on its side completely, empty of cars. But there were cars underneath all the bulky cement remains.