Book About Hurricane Katrina Novels & Stories

-Isabella- The drive to work was even faster than it was yesterday. We got there in twenty minutes. It was insane how fast one can drive when it's not a cab. Especially when they're not aiming to take all of my money away. Damian and I actually enjoyed our drive, we were listening to the music and watched the city blur past us. Damian was driving fast, like insanely fast, and his hand rested on my thigh the whole way from the Bronx to my work. He pulled up in front of the publishing house, the brick building still standing there. The huge sign that said Archipelago Books was still above the door.

I stood. "Ten years ago," I said. "Katrina left this house after signing divorce papers and drove a mountain road in the rain, her car went off that road." I kept my voice steady. "Fortunately she survived and rebuilt her life. She's now Dr. Scarlett Fox, the surgeon who saved my mother's life and she was pregnant with twins, when she left this house." "How?" My mother said, voice rough. "How did you survive all this time?" "Someone pulled me out of the river,' Katrina looked at my mother. "I wad treated privately, and by the time I was pulled well enough it was already clear that coming back would be dangerous since someone had already made sure I was declared dead before my car was even fo

After saying that, she remained silent for a long time, just staring at me, big tears dripping on our joined hands, looking so full of guilt. I never saw her again after that day. Everyone at the orphanage seemed to have forgotten that there had once been a beautiful volunteer with blonde hair and blue eyes. Only I remembered her crying face. I never saw the book again. Looking back, it had no publisher or author name, so it might not have been an authentic book. The title was also very odd. In the end, Katrina regained her strength and rebuilt the country. It was clearly a happy ending, so why was it called 'Katrina's Destruction'?

Had she been open and honest with this desire, there was no way any aspect of the New Directive would be implemented. If you believed in conspiracy theories, Katrina had groomed me for some time. If you believed in luck, Katrina was cosmically lucky our paths collided. If you believed in mysticism, I was fucked. Let's not forget that there were three millennia of bad ass bitches on the other side of the spiritual divide who thought nothing of guiding me into a life full of fear, heartache and pain.

A wrap-around porch gleamed bright in the sunlight with a fresh coat of white paint, the matching, wooden rocking chairs still and calm, waiting for someone to sit. The summer after Ian's parents had bought the house, hurricane Hugo had swept through with brutal force and left wreckage of massive proportions in its wake. It had followed an earthquake fault straight up through Charlestown and into Charlotte. I remembered residents carrying chainsaws in the bed of pick-ups to cut away trees and debris just to get through the roads. But this house had made it. Not many had. It had suffered roof and minor external damage, but nothing like what had littered the coast around it. I'd been just an i

“The hurricane currently pounding on the shores of Antigua and the surrounding islands has been upgraded to a Category 2 hurricane with wind speeds approaching a hundred and ten miles per hour. The storm is dissipating as it moves further South, but conditions are still considered to be dangerous. Residents are advised to stay indoors in a safe location. Power outages and flooding are expected in many areas...” I stared at the TV screen, not really hearing the reporter's words or even seeing the map. The room was dark except for the glowing screen, and I was simply focused on the light. I wasn't sure how long I had been sitting here, staring at nothing and hating myself, but enough time had

*Katrina * When I arrived home I headed straight for my bed. I was too tired to shower all I could do was just remove my shoes and my pants. I was still slightly drained of energy. When I finally woke up I looked around the field and all the tall grass that I saw before was now gone. I walked back slowly to the tree line because I didn't have any energy but Shiva helped me along the way, letting me use some of her power to walk. Once I got back to the tree line I sat down and opened my backpack and started to eat because it made my stomach feel a little better. When I was done I looked at myself seeing that my clothes had burned in some spots . I ignored it and walked slowly back to the car

“What’s wrong with you, woman? This is part of your work, yet you’re acting like you’re the one who’s paying me. I let you come home early to prepare yourself, and now you will tell me you can't go with me–” “Mr. McWealth, there’s an emergency happening today; I can’---” “You’re fired,” he angrily declared, making my heart squeeze in pain. He was such a heartless man, and he didn’t bother to ask me about the emergency I had talked about. “But.. Mr. McWealth, I’m telling you the truth. I’m in the hospital today, and something emergeny–” “I don’t want to hear your trash excuses, Katrina. I don’t want to see your face ever again. You’re fired.”

he said. Katrina stared up at him, she did not recognize any one of them in the room. But they were all staring at her, true, she was Morris Holloway’s daughter but does she have the right to be the chief mourner? Katrina wondered as she got up slowly. She arrived at the locker and let out the sound she had kept a moment ago, pouring out all her pain. She had received the phone call that her mother was involved in a ghastly accident, along with her stepfather, Morris Holloway, they were supposed to register their marriage in two days.

Her father gifted this book to her mother a long time ago with a red rose as she loved them. Katrina entered the princess’s private sanctum holding a glass of lukewarm milk. Keeping it silently on the nearby table, she opened the curtains of the balcony that faced the gardens. When the curtains were tucked at the side, the prominent cacophony of rain flooded the room. Valentina inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the natural essence. It was still raining, and by watching the skies, Katrina was sure that it won’t stop soon. This worried her, but she soothed her heart saying how much they needed it. They must have died of thirst by now if the heavens wouldn’t have opened their gates.