Question

story of 200 words about a city submerged under water

Answer 1

Once upon a time there was three little fish. They were living a perfect life deep under the sea. Every day they would swim to the top of the water just to see the lovely view of the boats sailing back to land. One sunny day when the fish were swimming up to their usual place the saw something very strange, a shadow was moving towards them on the surface of the water.  At first the fish started to panic and swam as quick as possible behind a rock. Slowly very slowly the fish came out from behind the rock and their tiny jaws dropped. The shadow object seemed to be a ship, a massive ship with a pointy bottom and rusted edges. The ship slowed down until it stopped right above the fishes. The fishes froze. Suddenly they heard a shout from the ship from up above. An anchor was being dropped into the ocean right on top of the fishes. The fishes swam for their life but they were too slow the anchor hit them and flattened the three little fish.

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Answer 2

On June 9, 1972, Merlyn Magner was 19 and had just returned home after a year in Los Angeles. She was eager to see her parents, a brother she adored and her beautiful home in Magic Canyon west of Rapid City, just steps from Rapid Creek.

A day that began with such promise quickly turned into a nightmare as 10 to 15 inches of rain fell in the Black Hills. Water and debris poured down the hills and canyon walls, creating a swath of destruction up to 8 miles wide.

Magner’s new book, “Come into the Water: A Survivor’s Story,” tells how she lost everything that night in the flood that killed 238 people, including her parents and brother. But it is also a tale of her lifelong search to understand the tragedy that forever changed her life.

“This is a story about what happens to the human heart and one person’s experience,” she said in a phone interview.

She will share her story at a book signing at 7 p.m. Thursday, June 9, at The Journey Museum. Don Barnett, who was mayor of Rapid City in 1972 and wrote the afterword in her book, also will attend.

It seemed like a fairy-tale life: Merlyn, a 1970 graduate of Stevens High School, doted on her father, Bill Magner, who was well-known in Rapid City as a KOTA sportscaster.

“He started out selling advertising and did the sports at 10:25 every night. We’d turn on the TV, and there was Dad,” Merlyn said.

Merlyn’s mother, Norma, welcomed her friends to the family’s showplace home, which became a gathering spot. The home’s setting was beautiful: nestled in a Black Hills canyon with the tranquil creek nearby.

“I can still smell the lilacs,” Magner said.

Her older brother, Jeff, had recently come home, too, after living in Arizona. They planned a summer of connecting with friends and enjoying the Black Hills.

That night, she and Jeff were smoking a joint at home while her parents were across the street at the neighbors’ having cocktails. The rain was falling and the creek was rising, but they weren’t alarmed.

About 10:30 p.m., the power went out. Merlyn and Jeff saw water seeping under the front door and tried to stop it with towels. When the water continued to rise, they decided to go on the roof. They were standing on the kitchen counter when water burst into the family room.

Jeff managed to hoist himself onto the roof, but Merlyn, who was trying to hand the family’s two dogs out the window, lost her grip and was swept away in the current.

She caught a glimpse of her parents on the roof of the neighbors’ house, calling out to her.

“Debris was everywhere, like weapons indiscriminately mingling with pieces of broken homes, broken cars, and broken lives,” she wrote.

She also saw and heard other people who were caught up and pulled along as she was, screaming, gasping for breath and clinging to life. She knew she was drowning, yet at one point felt somehow relieved and freed. Then she hit the rooftop of a two-story condominium that was being built on Highway 44, across from their home.

She pulled herself up on the roof and spent a long, cold night in shock, trying to figure out what had happened to her family. Soon after she was rescued, she would learn that her father and brother had died in the flood. It would be weeks before her mother’s body was recovered.

Her images of that night are vivid, even though they were written 35 years after the flood.

“Those images will always be with me,” she said. “It’s changed me as a person. I think my life would be very different if those events hadn’t happened.”

But her days after the flood are a bit of a blur. Her older brother, Bill, was summoned from Vietnam, where he was serving his second tour of duty. The shock of the situation took a toll on their relationship. Although she was 19 at the time of the flood, “I might as well have been 12,” she said. “I was very protected and very innocent. Of course, I felt guilty. Why was I left here? I thought God was mad at me.”

She was struggling to feel anything. And although people told her she was one of the lucky ones, she felt anything but that.

“Who wants to go there? I really believe that I was in denial and I was in shock for who knows how long,” she said. “At that time in 1972, there wasn’t a word for post-traumatic stress syndrome. Even those Vietnam vets coming home — they hadn’t labeled it yet.”

She was functioning, but it would be 13 years before she would shed a tear over the tragedy.

“It had not affected me in that deep way. And I knew it wasn’t normal, but I went with it, because it provided me with the gasoline to just keep going, just keep going.”

The family’s house, while still standing, was a total loss. To add to her pain, thieves hauled off what remained of the family’s belongings. A friend even collected money for a clothing fund for Merlyn, then bought clothes for herself and left town.