Thunder Being

© 2018 Jennifer Engel, All Rights Reserved


slip fiction

Breaking Down

Author’s Note:  I publish the most recent update first.  In order to get the full sense of the story, school the first post and read backwards. 🙂 

Synopsis:Michelle had been hearing voices, now with her senses are on over drive, she is beginning to experience an emotional break down. 

She briefly remembered

hands on back

a voice asking,

“Are you okay?”

Does it look like Im okay?!

She tried to scream,

but her voice

became lost inside of her.

She felt like Alice in Wonderland

descending down

further and further

into a dark, seemingly endless, tunnel.

And yet eyes and voices

tried to

penetrate past her senses

and catch her before she fell too far.

Hands grasped her biceps

and lifted her out of her chair

which caused her coil into herself

like a rolly-polly does when touched.

The touch,

combined with her already exposed nerves

seemed to cause her to keep retreating

farther and further into herself.

She fell…                      


…and further….


                                                                               … her … …own world.

                                                  A place of peace…

… a sharp contrast…

                               … to the concerned…

…anxious adults…

                                                                          …around her.


Synopsis: Michelle had been hearing voices. She was looking around the art room to see if anyone else had heard them as well.

No one indicated anything. They were so engaged in their art
they didn’t even seem to notice the storm outside.
Not only that, but they were so engaged with their conversations,
they seemed to ignore their art.

This was typical for young adults,
just barely entering their teens.
More often than not they have a hard time realizing
there is a whole world outside of themselves.

Instead, like many school children
who do not value the opportunity of a free education,
they were more focused on discussing the weather
and other popular gossip of the day.

a boy in which Michelle had become quite found of,
over the last several months,
must have seen her emotions betray her
for he asked if she was okay.

Michelle looked into his eyes
which always reminded her of Robin’s eggs,
except instead of containing a hard outer shell
his baby blues could break through any barrier.

His piercing stare always made her feel uncomfortable,
so she never looked into his eyes for long.
“Yeah” she said shaking her head,
as if trying to shake the voices out as well
“I think I just need a drink…”

She paused, pressed her palms into her olive complexion
ran her hands past her cheek… over hear ears
through her hair… and down the back of her neck
trying to ease some of the tension that was beginning to build up inside of her.

Introduction to “The Thunder Being.”

As a new author, I am still trying to find my voice, my structure, my story.  The story that has been living inside of me for four years. I started with “The Thunder Being,”  moved to “Momma Bloom’s Island,” and ended up at “Left Brain Right,” which never felt quite right.  After a discussion with my writer’s group, they basically told me, “go back to the beginning.” I have to agree with them, so here I am.

The posts will be infrequent, yet on a schedule.  I meet with my writer’s group on the 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month, so that is when I will post.

Feedback desired and welcome.  All rights reserved.  – Jennifer


This book is dedicated to all of those who are lost in the dark

Who ambushed by their own anger
or the anger of others

To those who are bereaved by bitterness

To those caged in chaos

To those who are destined for destructiveness

To those who fight fear

To those who are hostage to hopelessness

To those incarcerated by impatience

To those jailed by jealousy

To those locked up in loneliness

To those manipulated into misery

To those penned up by panic or paranoia

To those who’ve been sent to the stockage of self-hatred

To those who are tied into being timid

To the unconcerned and unforgiving

To those victimized by violence

And to all who want a way out

Chapter 1

They Come

Bum, bum Bum, bum
Bum bum, Bum bum
Bum, bum Bum, bum

The Thunder Being is coming: Bum, bum
The Thunder Being he comes: Bum, bum
The Thunder Being is coming: Bum, bum
There is no place to run!

A sound wave from a loud crack of thunder
fiercely pierced and infiltrated it’s way through
the thick, cold stone walls of Hellen Keller Junior High
and coiled its power around the hearts of the students within.

A flash of lighting wedded itself to the thunder
escaping from the dark cloudy chasm above
illuminating the oppressive overcast sky
which only add to the atmosphere of anxiety.

Michelle had been hearing voices for days
and she didn’t appreciate the fact that
the weather seemed to be mirroring
what was going on inside of her mind.

At first the voices were soft and gentle
like a little gnat buzzing in her ear,
but slowly, with each passing minute,
they were growing louder…and stronger

She wasn’t stupid.
She read Harry Potter,
when Hermione told Harry,
“even in the Wizarding world hearing voices isn’t a good sign.”

She scanned the art room
searching other faces
to see if they too might be reacting
to the outside environment around them.


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