Weekly Weather: Hurricane

9/10/2016 Weekly Weather..Hurricane

Sketches by…jessie cross


A hurricane can be up to 600 miles across and have wind speeds of 75 to 200 mph. They gather heat and energy through contact with warm ocean waters of 80 degrees or warmer.

 The center of the storm or “eye” is the calmest part .  It has light winds and fair weather.

Warm ocean water (more than 80 degrees F) provides energy for the hurricane and causes more evaporation making humid air and clouds.

The winds come together and force air upward.

Winds flow outward above the storm, allowing the air below to rise.

The humid air rises and forms the clouds of the storm.

Light winds outside the hurricane steer it and let grow.



100 Word Challenge: Recluse


Mr. Question Mark

“Jerry, I actually saw Mr. Question Mark yesterday,” Henry said with delight.

“Really!  I thought he never came outside during the day.  He doesn’t like being anywhere near people so he is recluse and stays inside all day.”

“I know, but I wanted to see if I could talk to him, so I walked up to him before he had a chance to get back in his house.”

“What did you say to him?”

“I said Hi!”

“And, then what happened?”

“He said Hi back to me.”

“Now, that’s what I call a real conversation, Henry!”

“Well, it’s a start .”

Words (100)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved



171 09 September 4th 2016


It was late in the day and the path along the canal was wet. I  saw a teenage girl running and there was a man chasing her. She almost slipped and fell, but he caught up with her, grabbed her hair and began pulling her back in the direction she came from.

She began to scream, but he covered her mouth with his hand, pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth.

I frantically dialed 911, and noticed the guy looking up at me. Then, he disappeared around the corner with the girl in tow.

The 911 operator asked me what the emergency was and I described what I had seen.

Minutes later the police arrived at my door to get more information. They said they would be back in touch with me and they left.

I packed a bag, grabbed my coat and quickly walked to the bus stop so I could go to a friend’s house for the night since the man had seen me in the window.

The next day I received a call from the police letting me know they had apprehended the man and the  girl was in the hospital.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 09-06 through 09-12-2016

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt!


“Anna, is this a picture of the shed that was behind your house?”  Millie asked.


“What happened that day?”

“Alfred came to town and destroyed every single piece of it.”

“I remember that day, it was a really powerful storm!”  Millie remarked.

“Yes, and I was in the shed working on my school project when the fierce winds started.  I tried to run out, but the ceiling blew off and the walls seemed to crumble immediately.”

“I remember running, but a large piece of wood hit me on the shoulder, knocked me down, and several pieces fell and trapped me from moving.”

“The rain was like a gigantic waterfall pounding on my head. “

“I heard thunder and saw a large flash of lighting.  It struck a piece of the wood and started a fire.”

“I was so scared, I must have fainted.”

“Fortunately, a neighbor was visiting and helped my father get me out. The ambulance arrived and took me to the hospital.”

Words (165)

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved




Photo courtsey of Pixabay.



My curiosity got the best of me one day and I just had to investigate what was going on in the house down the block from where I lived.

I waited until everyone was sleeping, then crept out of my room and quietly stepped outside.

The night was frigid and I almost gave up my quest for an answer, but decided to follow through with my plan.

The house in question still had lights on even though it was already three o’clock in the morning and I heard some noise coming from the little shed attached to the house.

As I climbed on top of a garbage can so I could look in a window, my foot slipped, I fell to the ground, and was suddenly picked up by a very large and angry man, taken inside and roughly thrown on a chair!

I saw stacks of money on a table, a machine making more, and suddenly the door to the shed  opened,  policemen entered, handcuffed the man and we were taken to the police station, questioned and then I was released to my angry, but grateful parents.

Copyright © 2016 Written by Jessie Cross ~ All rights reserved