"Get Down!" I yell as the fireball flies over my head.

It just doesn't stop. Fireball after fireball. Cry after cry. Death after death. I warned them. I warned them all but they didn't listen. Now they are facing the concequenses.

Out of the corner of my right eye I can see people burning to death. Their screams of agony send chills through my spine. I run through the remains of our town. I don't stop because if I do, it means certain death. The sun is angry. Very very angry. And now, it is taking it's anger out on our town. All it wanted was some time off. Time to rest, but the people wouldn't allow night. They wanted to stay up all day, to remain in the daylight.

I feel a raindrop on my left shoulder, this isn't any other raindrop. It burns and stings. I cringe, but I can't stop to check it out. I have to keep running. I have to run from this burning rain. I see something. Something coming towards me. I don't have enough time to react before the fireball hits me right in the head....

This is my first attempt at a really short story. If you like it then diamond and leave a comment saying what I should write about next.

Peace out,

zachstar1998