A shocking blank motorola

We all need to get home and get back in the bed, I was thinking as I put my hand in my pocket to feel for my cell phone. Maybe I'll call Stan and find out how things are on that side of town.
That's funny, my phone feels so warm, I thought as I opened it quickly, then suddenly a quick little shock and a spark and it was over--the phone was dead--a blank motorola face stared at me. What...is happening...?
Stopping back by my room I picked up my phone----static sound---there must be an electrical surge of some sort. I'm heading home.

Strobe-lights and Metal (Ch 6)

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It was early September. I remember the freshness of that Monday morning. Fall was in the air--my favorite time of year. It was dark when I had gotten up and barely getting light as I went to school at my ususal time and my husband went to work at the Post Office--around 7:15--I just thought it must be a cloudy day--but I remember that smell in the air--it was a different kind of freshness--there was something different about the air that morning. I got to school and I noticed that it had not gotten any lighter outside. Daylight savings time was a month away--I was ready for it now. I still did not realize anything major was happening. I prayed God's protection over my classroom as I did every morning as I turned on the lights and unlocked the door. In came a student named Charlie who had been waiting in the hall. "What's going on with the weather?" he stated in a way that was not a question as he put his book bag on his desk. "Are we expecting a hurricane or something?It seems weird out there." Katrina was not that far off as a memory--even to those of us so far inland, we would never soon forget. But no, the weather forcast had mentioned only slightly warmer weather with no chance of rain until the end of the week. I began my usual routine of turning on my computer after a weekend rest, and it came on with lightning speed--wow- I was impressed--those fiber-optic cables really are giving us increased speed. However, it would not stop!--It started going through web pages and searches as fast as I could blink my eyes in amazement. This has to be some kind of malicious software problem--or hackers getting in to our network and putting bugs in it---Oh I'm so tired of having computer issues. I immediately sat down and began pushing keys to try to get it to respond to me. It slowed down and then just lingered for a moment before shutting down black. So this is what a crash is--I often wondered what it was to have a computer crash, and now I've had it happen to me. Charlie was still watching and interested in my computer situation. "Everybody's computers must be messing up today" he said, "I heard Mr. Cane ask Ms. Harris if her computer was working." Well?... I waited for more. "I didn't hear what she said, just that there was a problem." Then he walked out as usual to go walk the halls before the first bell. So I went on to sign in at the office--it sure is noisy to be so early, I thought.--the halls were beginning to fill with people in sort of a rush--everybody was talking--- "Did you hear about that?" they were saying--"A car went flying over Jake's car and into that old Honda in front of Jake." "Over?" someone else sounded out, "How did it do that? Have you talked to Jake? What about Jake? Who was driving the Honda?" Everyone was talking and asking questions. Sounds like someone was driving wreckless--being an Evil Kineval dare devil!--I continued to walk toward the office and listen to what people were saying. Was I just imagining it, or was that a strange metallic smell in the air? All this talk about cars flying. Bizarre things seem to keep happening this morning. About that time I heard a grinding metal sound and so I ran up to the window that looked out over the front of the school. I could see down the road and it turned out to be a bus that couldn't stop and scraped up next to a line of traffic, mixing metal all the way until it turned sideways and skidded down the road and off the pavement. What is wrong with everybody's driving today? Was it the strange dimness of the sun? ---like the twilight--hard to see? Even before I could finish that thought the lights in the hall flickered, some went out and some came back on then flickered non-stop. This is crazy--the school's power is messed up, that's what must have messed up my computer too. The principals were in the usual Monday morning meeting. One came out quickly as I approached the sign in desk and tried to calmly say to forget signing in, we are closing the school before the bell rings. But he got more and more alarmed as he heard himself announcing: "The buses are turning around to take kids back--The radios and newstations are announcing to the parents---it's happening everywhere--Let's hope most people didn't even waste their time getting out of bed this morning. This is crazy!---- buses wrecking, cars flying in to each other--and did you know that no computers are working?" So it wasn't just my computer--this is a schoolwide---or area wide problem. I almost felt better--then I remember the strange wrecks and the funny smell of the air and that's when it hit me---something was changing and we could not stop it.

I want to go Home (Ch 5)

Sitting on the front porch swing, I watched the sky as though there would be some kind of a sign or signal to understanding what was happening. My thoughts were to the skies--beyond the skies I should say---to heaven. God is preparing a place for us --His children. I feel like I'm on a camping trip right now waiting to go home so I can sleep in my nice warm clean bed.
The only news we hear comes by mouth from this area--mostly about what others are saying is happening--about those around who have missing family members that weren't home the hour all this began. So let me take you back a few days--before that hour that changed our existence.
(tune in to the next post)

Survival (Ch 4)

The Northport Police are outside--I could hear them say that's who they were---Stan is asking them when we will be allowed to walk past our street. There has been a barricade at the main entrance to keep everyone in their homes until this "situation" is cleared. Right now nothing works electrical--not even motors or cars work--but of course people have bicycles and I've seen some of those moving about in the dark. What we don't understand is why it is dark--there has been no fallout--no bombs that we know of--it's as though the sun is gone, but it is still warm. As a matter of fact it's warmer today--not more humid, just warmer--and there is no wind--just a feeling of dry static sensations--on my skin--my mouth is alright after experiencing a sharp jerk to my jaw. Thank the Lord that it was brief, then gone.
Our water supply is the pool. We always thought of our pool as a blessing. So many times we enjoyed a nice swim in the cool water. But now without the motor running the water should be showing signs of algae---It is staying clear thus far---perhaps without the sun shining algae can't grow. I just enjoyed swishing a sip of water in my mouth and it didn't seem unpleasant.
With all this water and the food that was in the house (I kept us overstocked--the pack-rat in me) we should be able to survive for a few weeks. . .

Cyberspace war begins (Ch 3)

I heard the door slam and footsteps hurriedly coming toward the bedroom. It was Stan. He was going on about seeing some strange flickering of flight in the atmosphere as he was outside--a place where few ventured out because of the darkness. No lights worked--not even a flashlight. Our candle stock was getting low--but I thanked the Lord again that I had bought a bic lighter for the grill last month--it was still new and worked as a night light --off and on as we needed it. Good, I thought out loud, something was finally breaking loose. This darkness was unbearable. But Stan thought otherwise--there was a charge in the atmosphere that can only be described as a slow drying out pull--as though the atmosphere was sucking the life out of planet earth. He was talking fast with short stutters as though he had seen something much worse than just flickering lights. He said it was as though the atmosphere was magnetic and anything with a charge was being pulled into it. About then I felt a tug at my cheek--What is happening--a buzzing sensation and a quick jerk and it was gone! What was it? Quick, close all the windows, I screamed, with what was left of the sensation of a mouth. Then, as I suddenly felt nothing, I realized my mouth had gone numb. I tried to speak--all I could do was scream, but no sounds were coming out. . .

Waiting for Electricity (Ch 2)

What was the use in getting up? There was nothing to do but wait in the dark. My husband has to have a routine, so he gets up anyway at what seems like 5 a.m. and does the usual over the past weeks. Looks out the window, checks to see if the cats have come home, and walks to the street and back. There is nothing to do but wait. Any papers we have are from another time, another world---they don't interest him, because the here and now has taken over importance and waiting for electricity is our "work assignment" --hoping and praying that today will be the day for things to begin to get back to what we once thought was normal...to be able to turn on a light switch. . .

The Black Cadillac (Ch 1)

It was unusually quiet this morning. I wondered what time it might be, as if that mattered anymore. There was no work to go to---the computer on my night stand could be seen as nothing but a dark rectangle--I reached out to touch it----dead of course, just a shiny black compact--of no use. It felt so smooth--I used to refer to it as my "black cadillac"---It went with me everywhere--or should I say I went with it. This society, I must admit, had become so dependant on our computers that we belonged to them rather than the other way around--And here my life sits before me--lifeless as a black cadillac---but useless--all that time, wasted. Everything I had written was locked up in that lifeless thing. Pages and pages of information, stories and pictures--all inaccessible. The future looked grim....