Bitzi’s Letter

Summary: Buster has turned 18, and to celebrate, Bitzi has written him an email. She starts with your standard coming of age introduction, then she tells Buster the biggest secret of her life, the circumstances of her divorce from his father, Bo. Things may have ended amicably for the young couple, but things were definitely not sunshine and rainbows. One-shot. Can be found on here.

Subject: Happy 18th Birthday!

It’s so nice to see my baby boy is all grown up now. I knew I’d see this day and be so proud of you, and I think you knew it too. Things haven’t always been easy for us, but you’ve stuck through everything. I’m hoping you take those skills into your adult life and use them well, not that I’m going anywhere any time soon if you need help.

There is something I need to tell you, a story I need to share. You’ve asked questions over the years, and your father and I have always done our best to feed you the story we practiced, but…I’ve always felt guilty for hiding everything from you. I was so young when you were born and when everything happened, so I wanted to keep things hidden so you wouldn’t have to feel the pain I had to feel.

But now that you’re 18, you need to know everything. I’m going to start at the beginning and tell you the 100% true story of how your father and I met.

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Long Lost Bomb

Summary: Mr. Morris just wanted to build a fence around his yard, but a hidden nuke placed in his yard during the Cold War years changes those plans entirely. Can also be found on here.

Mr. Morris did what any good citizen would when he began drilling for new fence posts in his yard. He called 711 before he dug, making sure there were no underground cables or gas lines in the immediate area. He knew about his own lines, of course, running safely under his concrete driveway. After a few minutes, the operator knew about them too and said if he stayed thirty feet away, which he intended to do, he shouldn’t have any problems.

But as he cranked the mechanic post hole digger and slid his protective mask and goggles over his face, he couldn’t know what was about to happen. In a perfect world, the post hole digger would break into the crisp new earth, giving him the perfect place to put a fence post.

Mr. Morris expected this as he braced his middle-aged body for the forces that came with digging such holes. He put his weight on his back leg as he hoisted the machine over the red spray painted X on the ground. Then he shifted his weight to the front leg to make the hole–


The blast was felt in every corner of the city and beyond its borders. Entire city blocks were gone. A mushroom cloud was visible over the area, and as news crews felt the movement and heard the sound, they readied their equipment to cover whatever the blast was.

But they wouldn’t get the chance. Within minutes, a military base not far from the city had messages deployed, and soon large helicopters were filling Elwood City’s airspace. News crews sat in waiting, as did the citizens not effected by the blast. Those who were in the blast zone? The people closest were vaporized on the spot, along with their houses and most other structures. If you were at the edges of the blast, you were badly injured but alive, and the military took care of you, transporting you using the helicopters, which landed in the middle of deserted streets or lawns as they went into action.

Hours would pass before the military allowed journalists to tell the story, and even then it would take days for the real story to spread. But for now, fiction was better than truth: They all believed he’d simply nicked a gas line that caused a larger-than-anticipated explosion.

But they all knew that wasn’t right, otherwise the military wouldn’t be there.

Bitzi was at her desk when the story broke. The president had released information about the Elwood City Explosion!, as Bitzi had been prone to calling it herself. She almost lost her son that day, who was now recuperating at home after a 2×4 from the blast area hit him and Arthur on their way to the Sugar Bowl. She knew plenty of others that had died, but with her son almost being one of them, this was all a little more personal.

She opened the video and sat back as it loaded. Thankfully there weren’t any ads as President Obama greeted her with the most stern expression she’d seen since New Town.

“Greetings my fellow Americans. I speak to you today to explain what happened in one of our beloved cities, Elwood City, Massachusetts. To lie to you all would break my heart, so I must erase what you already know about this blast. This was no simple gas explosion, and the people who lost their lives that day have some of their own comrades to blame.

“Back during the atomic era when nuclear warheads were produced in anticipation of a war with Russia, armed forces needed to hide their stocks from possible enemies. Special projects in particular were hidden away, and these areas were supposed to remain untouched by anyone. The government bought those pieces of land and maintained them themselves.

“But in this case, the land was mistakenly sold to a developer looking to put a subdivision in Elwood City. When their neighbor began to dig, he had no way of knowing there was an active warhead below him, that he would accidentally kill five hundred of his friends and neighbors.

“The U.S. government takes responsibility for this explosion, as much as it pains us to do so, but it is the only right thing to do. We will make this right–”

“Mrs Baxter? Your son wants to know if you’ll swing by some place and get him some chicken nuggets on the way home. He wants McDonalds mostly because they have those new toys,” her assistant whispered with a light smile, trailing off.

Bitzi paused the video and sat back. Their town blew up because the government hid a warhead from Russia in someone’s backyard back in the day, then sold the land to a developer. Bitzi shook her head. This sounded like a Cold War Era novel with extra bits of fiction thrown in to make the author sound a little more legit.

But if President Obama was talking about it with that expression, she knew this information to be true. A warhead exploded in their town. They were now America’s Hiroshima.

Bitzi felt sick. Her boy was almost vaporized. She was almost vaporized. It was too much to handle. She grabbed her things, leaving her computer as-is, before heading out to fulfill her son’s request.

Fly-over pictures told the story of how much needed to be rebuilt as headlines told you how many people were lost. The government stepped in to help clean up the mess, but it was there for an entire month while officials investigated. That land was useless now, they decided, as radiation still filled the scene. Most of the debris closest to the epicenter would remain there for at least a decade, then they would try again.

So as the town lost a hefty chunk of land to high fences with coiled barbed wire on top, the government worked to rebuild on new land they helped the city secure. They promised there were no more hidden nukes, no more surprises, laying beneath the ground, but people were still talking about the issue and asking that important question–Is there anything below my land?

It became a special project for Bitzi as she tried to cope with everything that happened. She started researching the issue and discovered the project had been unclassified not long ago, though exact locations remained under wraps. The problem was that the details of the warheads had been released, and she was shocked to find out that one of the bombs was missing its power source, a plutonium piece that could be literally anywhere and no one would know, as it had probably been missing close to seventy years.

This disgusted her, but she tried to be patriotic. The government put that warhead on farmland, which they bought from the farmer, and the only one in danger was said farmer (and maybe his loyal dog). They too weren’t aware it was missing until they went to dig it up, risking their lives because the bombed was armed to go off at any time.

They admitted their mistakes and worked to fix them, and Bitzi knew she had to trust in them that this was the truth. They didn’t mean to hurt people. They didn’t mean for this to happen.

So she came to terms with that part of the issue, but she still couldn’t help but wonder who would be next.

A/N: So this is another installment of my Disasters series, another one-shot as well. That means it goes for my Summer 100 One-Shots Challenge. Let me know if you want to join.

So the backstory for this? Well I literally just woke up, had this idea, and decided to type it out before my dog woke me up AGAIN. But this is unfortunately based on truth. I was watching a show, I think on Travel Channel, about things we don’t know, secrets the government keeps, and I don’t remember the Why, but they did hide nukes underground. And when they went to dig up the one in that farmer’s field, they only found part of it…and it was armed. The guy still gets goosebumps thinking about it.

The government still maintains the land there, but it’s a huge unanswered question about where the plutonium part ended up, which means they don’t know if it’s just lost in storage, buried somewhere on the property, or in the wrong hands.

Keyword: Spooky.

So this was based off that. I’m aware I took out Mr. Morris, which I don’t like because I do love the guy (“The Janitor” is my favorite piece right now because of him. You all should check that out next). But this Disasters series is going to have death, so yeah. I’ll just write another one-shot or longer piece with him alive for next time:P

Last bit: If you liked this, please leave reviews. I’m not really a numbers girl, but I get pissed off when people like Travis write stuff about children’s genitals and get 10 times the reviews as someone like me who writes normal stuff about kids being kids–fully clothed without discussing size, color, etc.–and yeah, we need to support each other.

Alright, Chrys out.



Summary: When a huge earthquake hits out west, the world learns that Yellowstone National Park’s supervolcano is set to erupt within days. Soon the world is put in a state of chaos as the ash sweeps the globe. Without sunlight and with the air too polluted to breathe, can anyone survive? Can also be found here on
“Daddy, are we going to die?” Muffy asked at dinner. Since coming home from school, she’d worn masks for every second, but now it sat clumped in her hand as she ate dinner with her father.

Ed scowled at his daughter, “Of course not, Muffin. Your mother and I would never let anything happen to you or your brother. Chip is coming home, you know.”

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Outbreak 2

Summary: A mysterious parasite has infected the water supply of Atlanta and spread to other parts of the country. How do people react when the parasite’s effect is seen on live television? Or when they realize their favorite brand of soft drink is bottled in the outbreak zone? No relation to my other Outbreak piece. Can also be found here on

Jane was getting breakfast ready in a large pan, a carton full of empty egg shells beside her. David yawned as he poured his and Jane’s cup of coffee before turning towards the toaster. It spit out four pieces of toast, his signal to retrieve them, butter the slices, and add four more.

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Through The Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on


As rain began to fall in Elwood City, there wasn’t a single smile on anyone’s faces. Meteorologists, red-faced and breathless, were shouting on every channel for people to take cover and prepare for the worst. Nothing like this system had ever been seen before, and they wanted to make sure everyone, even aliens on nearby planets, knew that this was the most horrible thing they’d ever seen. Even geologists, scientists of rocks, were brought in on some networks to explain how no evidence had even been found of an event like this.

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Through the Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on


The storm was epic. That was the only way any newscaster could describe it, even the licensed meteorologists on The Weather Channel. A convergence of systems, three lows in total, meeting in the Midwest. The northern-most storms would ravage Minnesota and the upper peninsula of Michigan, while the lowest reaches would flood central Mexico, ravaging already poor neighborhoods and killing thousands. Such a thing happened in winter, systems stacking across the continent and reaching far south. But that was usually rain or snow, or a combination of both, not severe storms with more power than they had ever seen before.

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Through the Storm

Summary: A storm of epic proportions is building in the Midwest and tearing eastward. As Lakewood’s third grade class heads to camp, this epic monstrosity comes barreling towards their home. Can anyone survive? Can also be found here on


Mr. Ratburn’s class met up behind the school’s gym, backpacks loaded with supplies for their annual retreat. Parents and fundraising had paid for the excursion, which would take many students farther than they’d ever gone—into Canada to a resort straight from Nigel’s childhood. He’d gone plenty of times as a summer camp, but this was a late spring trip to celebrate the coming end to the school year. Yes, that meant extra work beyond just planning a trip because the students needed passports, but everyone was willing.

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Rising Waters

Summary: A flood is headed to Elwood City. While the children don’t know what to make of it, the adults have a good idea of what’s about to go down…yet even they will be wrong. First story for my new Disasters series. Can also be found here on


Buster hated being alone. He sat on the couch, his legs tucked under him as he watched the news. The newspaper had made the morning news because of the basement flooding, but his mother’s top assistant told the people that they were fine, that a pump had been placed inside the room and things were okay for now. He wished his mother had spread the news, but she texted him constantly. She was fine but she was worried about him. He was the same about her, and discomfort grew within him. He wished none of this was happening.

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Rising Waters

Summary: A flood is headed to Elwood City. While the children don’t know what to make of it, the adults have a good idea of what’s about to go down…yet even they will be wrong. First story for my new Disasters series. Can also be found here on


The children of Elwood City woke up slowly, many of them not remembering the danger. Arthur squinted at the dim light coming through his window. He and Buster made the same mistake, hearing the rain and thinking they’d overslept before school.

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Not Done Yet


Jane’s medication wasn’t working. Over-the-counter medication wasn’t made to help you overcome the amount of pain she was in, but Jane knew she couldn’t get any more pills. She’d have to manage without them, and since chores needed to be done, she’d just have to power through.

Jane moved into the kitchen and tackled the dishes first, then she carried a laundry basket into the den to begin folding. This was where David found her as he entered the home for lunch and to change into a dressier uniform. He put his car keys next to the door and looked up to see his wife sitting on the couch with a pained look on her face.

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