Disaster

A 8-post collection

Challenge #03165-H256: But Did They Though?

In their world, they were shown, from the time they were very small, movies where aliens of all sizes and shapes were killers. Taking children and eating them, powerful, cunning, and deadly. Their world, gone now due to a planet-killing radiation storm thanks to an unstable sun, never prepared them, and all the others, from child to adult, for being around actual aliens. The therapist teams had a lot of work ahead of them. -- Anon Guest

There were halls upon halls of identical houses. Not the kind Jorn was used to at all. They were used to bright ochre plaster and gentle, handmade curves. This place had too many bare, flat planes.

The houses were the same on the inside. A space for seating, a table, some shelves. A space on one side with niches and enclosures and a seat with... a lid? The space on the other side was... artificial outdoors. Plants from Jorn's neighbourhood, true, but the weeds and the food plants and the decorative ones were all smashed together as if someone had done it in a hurry[1].

Families found each other, having been herded into the gigantic boxes of ships by the frightening beings in heavy armour. They were capturing everything, even the pests[2]. And in a situation where the sun was visibly growing and throwing off chunks, even an alien invasion looked good. Jorn ran, with all the others, and was now trying to find their friend groups, family, and some level of familiarity.

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Challenge #03058-H135: In Deep

A: Captain the ship is being drag into the ocean!

B: How deep we’re in now?

A: 4,500... 4,800... 5,000...

B: Dear lord, that’s over 150 atmospheres of pressure!

A: How much can the ship take?

B: well it’s a spaceship, so anywhere between 0 and 1 -- Anon Guest

The good news was that the superstructure was holding up. The bad news was that it wasn't going to continue doing that for long. They were

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Challenge #03007-H084: How to Fix a Broken World

Normally she was a very quiet young woman. She spent her time repairing antique spinning wheels, cleaning up antique wood-fire stoves and helping install them in friends' homes, teaching people how to make looms, weave cloth, and turn that cloth to clothing. When she got older and had kids of her own, she, and her spouse, taught them to garden, to hunt, to raise and harvest their animals and preserve food, how to cut and store wood, how to repair and use

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Challenge #02309-F119: ...Now You Do

Once all of the children had a comfort item, it was time to pass those that remained to agitated adults. -- Anon Guest

Where there are disasters, there are the aftermaths. Wreckage and ruin are there, for certain, but the heart of it is always with the people. Sheltered in temporary structures. Huddled under blankets or hiding from the world. The bleeding and needing, the vacant-eyed ones who are broken on the inside... and the children.

There are so many pairs of

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What do I do to myself?

Roughly 12:30 AM, this morning. I wake up to the sensation of Beloved getting up in the literal middle of the night to go do something. I even heard the bedroom door open and close.

So after half an hour of trying to get back to sleep, I send Beloved a "WTF" text and really work at trying to slumber. In another half hour I roll over to discover Beloved by my side as if they had always been there. Sound

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...sigh...

Home again, home again, and boy, are we grateful. It takes a time to get away from it all to appreciate what you have.

But of course, it wouldn't be a family holiday without a family disaster. Chaos got the run-abouts while waiting in the Adelaide airport, tripped over Mayhem, and bumped a front tooth. Grandma insists that Chaos has broken her tooth and it's going to end in disaster. And won't shut up about the dental disaster that she calls key

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There goes the other shoe...

Drama Llama stopped by and handed me a little quote-unquote “gift”. Dramatically, of course.

The friend who verified my identity forgot to initial a correction on the form she filled out, verifying my identity.

I now have to wait for the weekend, attend a baby shower, and hand over a vital document so it can be initialled in the correct place and sent back to me.

Which now also means I have to gather up a First Mum’s

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