| Term Paper Title | Creative Writing: Apocalypse At The Nuclear Plant |
| # of Words | 846 |
| # of Pages (250 words per page double spaced) | 3.38 |
Creative Writing: Apocalypse at the Nuclear Plant
Pete pulled up to the familiar sight of cooling towers overshadowing his
car as he parked his car next to the multitude of his coworkers. His day began
just like the others. If there was any plutonium to be expected, he was damn
sure he would be the one to inspect it. He walked past George the security
guard, asked him how he was doing even though he didn't really give a rat's ass
how he was, he was just a friendly person. As he strolled down the corridor to
the area in which he worked, he noticed something strange. There was not as
many people buzzing around the hallways, hitting on the women workers, or even
hanging around the coffee maker. "Must be another layoff meeting," he thought
to himself as he slid his access card into the slot and the door opened.
"Thank god you're here!" his boss, Jarvis explained. Pete checked his
watch. "Am I late?" he queried. "No time for that, no time for that damnit!"
Jarvis seemed very upset about something to say the least. "Well, what is it?"
Pete asked with a look of haste swimming across his face.
Jarvis lead Pete over to the main testing area. "We discovered this
late last night. Seems one of the plutonium pieces is…," he paused with a gulp,
"changing."
"Changing?!?!"
"You better believe it because it took me an hour to comprehend what is
going on."
"What exactly IS going on?"
Jarvis explained in his own special slightly whiny voice that he chose
to break out only in large meetings but decided to give Pete the thrill of
hearing now. One of the experimental pieces of plutonium had become so unstable
that it had actually began changing form. It had undergone it's daily blast of
gamma radiation when something went wrong. Like the incredible hulk, it was
growing larger at, what would seem not that bad to the person uneducated in
nuclear physics, but to the trained mind, it was preposterous. Pete stepped
closer to the pulsing hulk of plutonium which was encased behind radioactive-
proof glass. He was speechless, dumbfounded, and yes, a little shocked.
"Where on earth did you get that?" Pete questioned Jarvis, his voice
reaching out and grabbing him by the throat, leaving him speechless. Jarvis
took a deep breath, let out a sigh and interjected, "That's the whole thing,
Pete, we don't know where it came from."
"What, was it a prize in a fuckin' cracker jack box?!"
"No, you don't see…"
"Did you save up enough ...Read entire document
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