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A storm created by SCP-WRIGHT.
Item #: SCP-WRIGHT
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-WRIGHT is to be contained in a locked safe, under surveillance by a single armed guard. No other containment is necessary.
Description: SCP-WRIGHT is a copy of the Penguin Classics Edition of The Tempest.
SCP-WRIGHT's effects manifest if the reader is in one of the states referred to as 'Tornado Alley.'1. When a line of The Tempest is read aloud directly from SCP-WRIGHT, anomalous weather patterns will occur within the state of the reader. Various phenomena have occurred, ranging from unusually high temperatures to tornadoes. Only one weather pattern occurs at a time, irrespective of how many lines are read.
Recovery Details: The object was recovered buried in dirt after a winter season with nearly 200 anomalous weather patterns in the state of Texas during the year 2023. All storms occurred in North Texas, all centering around the house of the Timmer family. Upon recovery, diary pages belonging to a Bryson Timmer were found inside SCP-WRIGHT, with highlighted lines.
October 23
I hate drama. It's honestly such a shitty class. Who needs to be able to speak some English that only men in tights speak in? Meanwhile, all my friends are taking computer technology, and Ms. Katz is so batshit blind, they just play games the entire period. But my stupid mom had to go and sign me up for drama. 'Oh , Bryson, it'd be such a good experience for character building and speaking in public.' Yeah, Mom, all we do is watch movies and recordings of people kissing and falling off stages. 'Character building,' my ass. And now I actually have to ACT. Some stupid Shakespearean play, and I have to -prop- prepare for ANY character, because Ms. Katz is going to choose what character we are. We don't even get to pick. I might as well put this down and start.
Quite annoyed,
Bryson Timmer.
Highlighted Line: "I would not wish any companion in the world but you, nor can imagination form a shape, besides yourself, to like of."
Note: On this day, a waterspout measuring 2 on the EF scale touched ground near Amarillo, Texas, and traveled for 5 kilometers in a circle about the Timmer house, before dissipating. No casualties were reported. 15 acres of farmland reported to be flooded.
November 5
Drama's gotten much worse. No part's been chosen for me yet, but the problem that exists NOW is that Ms. Katz tells me if I don't prep my lines better, I'm getting an F. And flunking. I'm barely toeing graduation requirements, and I don't want to be stuck in this hellhole for another year because of DRAMA. It's not even that important of a class. Not only that, but everything is stressful otherwise, what with Mom 'taking a break' almost every day now, and Dad having to head out to work, and being gone for, like, 2 months. There's no one to help me practice my lines. I tried to get Mom to help me when she came home, but she just threw a fucking bottle at me, so I threw a few back for the first time.
Yours truly pissed,
Bryson Timmer.
Highlighted Line: “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
Note: On this day, 1 fire devil and 1 dust devil touched ground in McClellan Creek Grassland. The storms both measured 3 on the EF scale. Circling about Amarillo, Texas for 8 kilometers, maintaining a 25 kilometer radius from the Timmer household. Significant wildfire damage was caused as a result, rendering 100 acres of forest unlivable, and killing 2 firemen sent to combat the blaze.
November 8
Turns out getting to speak on stage is pretty good for getting out your anger, especially if the character you get is angry. Taking the raging character, like Lord Capulet, and being able to channel what I have, and pour it, -its—— almost like I have friends. People who know why I'm able to perform it so well, who can understand WHY I can yell on stage. And this yelling, screaming, and crying… it's not even WEIRD to them, because it's all a character act! I'm able to be me, and not me, at the same time, if that kinda makes any sense.
I guess drama gives me a place for my drama. A home. It's the place I can go. My only home.
In the air,
Bryson Timmer
Highlighted Line: “O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!”
Note: No storms made landfall that day. No temperature anomaly reported.
November 9
What's weird is that there's been, like, storms. A lot of them. And most people would say that's bad, cause a lot of people die, or stuff gets blown away. But I don't mind. As of now, they've kept away, and all I've seen is just rain. And a lot of it. And I don't mind it either. Really, because it's always so convenient. Convenient not cause it gets super wet, but because it always pours when I'm sad. Like, it just feels the same way I do. And if that's not proof of God, I don't know what is. God's crying with me. No one else is.
Amazed,
Bryson Tiller
Highlighted Line: “Now I will believe that there are unicorns…”
Note: On this day, the high temperature of Amarillo, Texas, was nearly 41 degrees centigrade.
November 11
Another day, another drunk mom. Yet again, I come home to my room trashed beyond relief EVEN WHEN I TOLD HER I HAD EMALIAH COMING OVER. All my stuff gone and rummaged through. I ask Mom, and she says she needed some cash. I asked what for, she said she didn't have to tell me. So I did some rummaging myself. All 500 bucks of my birthday money, poof. Just. GONE. I nearly slapped her. All for her fucking alcohol. I KNOW that's what she spent it on because I found the fucking receipt. She spent it on BEER. IMPORTED FUCKING BEER. I know I've said I'd be DONE before but that was the last fucking straw. Don't steal my fucking stuff. Not like she cares anyways. I told her off, and there was nothing I could do. Just again, hit after hit, after hit. And like always, the skies pity-mourned along with me, because I was used to it myself.
Peeved,
Bryson Timmer
Highlighted Line: The clouds methought would open, and show riches ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Note: On that day, a vortex nearly half a kilometer in diameter made landfall 50 kilometers from the Red River, before travelling 12 kilometers west. The storm ranked a 4 on the EF scale. 187 casualties reported.
November 13
I know Dad's had to travel a lot after passing his FSO test, but me and him are finally coming back! We almost didn't have a lot of money for awhile after the factory let go of Mom, but now that Dad's back, him and I are doing a lot of fun stuff together, just like we used to when I was little. The zoos, the museum, the movies, Dad used to take me anywhere. In fact, we just came back from going to the movies with a couple of new friends, Will and Hugh. Will's the improv king in drama, and he's always able to make ANYONE, and I mean ANYONE laugh. Hugh's the standard theater kid, but instead of looking for attention by acting loud, we call him the Tragedy King. Dude can recite Hamlet by heart, whenever you want. Any line number, he's got it. We watched a mindless action flick, just a standard spy movie. Evil guy wants to take over the world, steals something, spy is contacted by the feds, spy stops the bad guy. It was nice to have a little distraction. To have friends, for once.
Delighted,
Bryson Timmer.
Highlighted Text: “What's past is prologue.”
Note: On this day, a temperature anomaly was reported. Instead of a storm, the anomaly spawned a light drizzle, which quickly dissipated, with a rainbow remaining in the sky until nightfall.
November 16
I'm in another plane. This time for much worse reasons.
So I started going to drama. Staying late rehearsing with friends, practicing my lines. I finished all my homework, and Ms. Katz started picking up my grade. It's a C+ right now. Serviceable, but it's not getting me anywhere great. But because I stayed out late on stage, when I came home, Mom would be waiting. And as always, she's drunk. Probably why Dad left. But yeah, one day when I stayed out till 2 or so, she yelled at me about being more responsible. I said what I was doing, but I guess she was so blackout drunk, she hit me over the head with a bottle. Cops were called because of our yelling, and I was allowed to pack up my things. I'm was on a plane to stay with Dad for a week or two on his business trip.
My head still has a nasty bump and bruise from where that bottle hit me, and quite frankly, I'm VERY. VERY. angry at Mom. I'm her fuckng kid, and she -stile- decided to think it was OK to HIT me over the head like I'm a -THEF.- THIEF. It's not the first time she's done it, but it's not like I can hit her back. That's not ok.
Very bruised,
Bryson Timmer.
Highlighted Line: “At this hour lie at my mercy all mine enemies.”
Note: On this day, hail fell for approximately 3 hours over all of northern Texas. The Red River stayed frozen for the entire day, before resuming flow at 11:36 p.m.
November 17
Back home. And who would've thought, super shitty times. Yesterday's dirge made everything so much ~fucing- worse. So much. I thought it would've been standard, I bitch about stuff to God, God sends me thoughts back. But no, the fucking storm decided to pound my mom's truck with hail, and tear through my school's drama room. So now whenever my mom is sober, which is barely nowadas, she can't drive out. And sure, my car's fine, but I have nowhere to drive. Now I'm stuck at home with mom, and her withdrawal symptoms are getting really, really bad. She's never asleep, and tried to yank my wallet out of my pocket for money. I even found her locking herself in the bathroom to call an Uber to a bar with my phone. And neEdless to say, whenever she does end up tackling me, it's just. Vomit. Vomit, sweat, and pain. I th-ought- she was bad otherwise, but this is a whole other demon. Bitch sucker punched me just a couple -hour- ago, so I'm writing this with a black eye. Sorry for mistakes.
Seems like God's gone. I hope the next one picks me up, cause I'm going to pick up a 12 pack of Coors.
Bryson.
Highlighted Line: “Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.”
Note: On this day, a wedge tornado, nearly 2 kilometers wide, touched ground just 15 kilometers from Amarillo, Texas, prompting evacuation. The storm ranked an EF Scale 4. After travelling for 45 kilometers around Amarillo, Texas, it stood still for approximately 2 hours, before dissipating. 350 deaths reported, with thousands more displaced.
November 20
I don't know what to believe anymore. I read things online, and I can't believe Mom would do that. She's not a criminal. I feel alone. Dad and Mom only started not talking to each other because of my grades slipping, and that's why Mom gets drunk and maybe that means it's all my fault and I'm responsible for all this I mean it makes a lot of sense. There's a part of me which is saying it's your fault and that your things can't heal if you don't let it and forgive yourself but how can I forgive myself when everything around me points to it being my fault my fault my fault
and maybe it is my fault, because if i wasn't here than it wouldn't happen and that means I caused it and it's my fault because I let it happen. and if I was as angry as mom then I'd probably hit someone too. and I never told her it wasn't ok because it wasn't my first time and if it was wrong then it'd stop. so maybe it isn't wrong and I deserve it all
B
Highlighted Text: “This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”
Note: On this day, a multiple vortex tornado made landfall 20 kilometers from Amarillo, Texas, travelling for 456 kilometers in an highly erratic pattern, then dissipating. The storm ranked a 5 on the EF scale. 496 deaths reported.
November 27
Well, folks. Shitstorm is over the horizon. Mom and Dad have officially separated. And it appears that we're moving out soon. All because I threw a fucking bottle at mom. Everything, our house, all my friends, all gone. It's all my fault. And even still, Mom still took it upon herself to DRINK again. I took the bottle from her, and she just LEAPT on me. Clawed at me, pulled at my hair, punched, bit, like a wolf. Like I wasn't her son. Like I was some thief. Some thief stealing all she had left, and I'm pissed at her for it. So pissed, that I hit her back. She hit me. I stood up. I grabbed the book, and hit. And hit and hit and hit until she couldn't hit me anymore, because she wasn't awake. And I got in the car, and drove away. Far, far away.
God's hearing. And he's picking me up.
Bryson
Highlighted Text: “Let us not burthen our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.”
Note: On this day, another wedge tornado ranking 5 on the EF scale made landfall 4 kilometers from the location of the former Timmer household, and continued in a circular pattern, carving a hole in the earth with a circumference of nearly 36 kilometers. It continued on this path for awhile, before eventually dissipating. The Timmer's neighborhood, as well as the Timmer house, was destroyed. Nearly 900 casualties caused, with the former Mrs. Timmer being reported missing. The storm diverted flow from the Red River due to groundmass loss and water pickup. The current flow of the Red River is attached below, on the left.
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credits go to:
WinterShadow, who helped me through a lot of this piece. Bless him.
Henzoid,
Almarduk, and
Brewsterion 1017, who provided a lot of early stage critique and help with sorting out what idea I wanted to pursue.
N_Aepic_Fael,
JakdragonX,
SoullessSingularity,
Westrin,
Laneous,
MalyceGraves, and loads of other people, definitely. I just can't remember them all.
Suggested Accompanied Listening
This Will Destroy You - They Travel On Tracks of Never Ending Light
Beirut - At Once
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