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The sun starts to set and I put my uniform on. On the bottom white tights with a black line that ran down the back, my favorite black shoes with the glitter and a black skirt with white trim. On the top a black shirt with my bright purple name tag and the diner’s logo. I put my braids into a high bun and wrapped my lace choker around my neck before grabbing my bag and my to go cup of A positive and heading out of the door.

Being a vampire used to not leave me with a lot of job opportunities, I know it didn’t. But since I made it to Night Vale (don’t ask me how) I found a job as a waitress at the Moonlite All Night Diner rather quickly. Like I was meant to work there.

Walking to the dinner was more muscle memory than anything. I had been working there longer than I can remember. I know I had a life before this but I don’t feel like thinking about it. Instead I sipped from my cup and walked towards the bright neon green light that lead to my second home.

Charlie, the cook was already cooking up a storm even though no one was in the diner just yet. Marcy and Missy were wiping down the tables before stopping to greet me. I waved at them and slipped to the back to drop my stuff off.

Marcy and Missy were vampires too, born and raised here in Night Vale. Charlie wasn’t a vampire, but he wasn’t a human either. I thought I would be rude to ask exactly what it was, so I just treated him like one of the vamps.

A few people trickled in but things didn’t get very busy at all. Then one of my regulars walked in. A hooded figure. I was the only one that would take their order so they usually tipped me pretty nice. One can never have too many blood stones.

They took their seat in the corner and suddenly the whole diner got colder. Oh well. I walked over to them and gave my biggest smile.

“Evening sugar, what can I get you?”

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591 words in 33 minutes at 06:03 AM on Sep 04, 2016

The thunder rumbles in my chest and I stop in my tracks. Moments later the lightning strikes and I smile. It was starting to feel like there would never be another storm again.

I hurry to grab my umbrella out of my bag and step out of the small cafe. The rain hasn’t started yet but I can already smell it in the air. Another crack of thunder seems to break the dry spell and water falls from the heavens.

My jumping heart makes me feel like a child again as I walk home. The rain is harsh and mixed with the wind it sends chills down my back. Before I can make it to the next dry space my shoes are already soaked. I wish I could drop my umbrella and run out into the rain, letting it soak into my skin.

Rain is the purest kind of water and it cleans even the dirtiest of people. It can wash out your soul if you let it. Clean away the ugly and leave you with a pure and innocent heart. I love it more than anything in this world.

The thunder can pull you out of bad dreams and shake away your worries. The booming sound might cause fear but really it’s a welcome alarm. The thunder makes me feel alive.

Lighting is a god touching the ground. In some myths, every where the lightning strikes, white roses spring up.

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Name AJ
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