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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.

241 words in 9 minutes at 02:21 AM on Sep 03, 2016 | comments

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344 words in 10 minutes at 04:52 AM on Sep 01, 2016

“We don’t have to do this.” The wall that pressed against my back was colder than it had been a few minutes ago. Before, I wasn’t staring at my best friend with an awful fear rising in my throat. Before my best friend wasn’t holding a knife or getting ready to attack me.

“He’s only going to let one of us go, you know that.” There was something in Lee’s eyes that I had never seen before. It was an angry fire.

“We can work together! Please, just put it down-”

“I’m not dying in here!” She screamed before she lunged at me. My body went into autopilot and I dipped under her arm before rolling back onto my feet. Out of the two of us, I was faster. Lee had strength on her side but only if she could catch me.

“Lee! Stop this!” She didn’t listen to me. Instead she attempted to strike me again, this time catch my shoulder and leaving a shallow cut. I was stuck in the corner of a brick cell with no where to go. I felt the blood soak my already filthy shirt and I knew that she was right. Only one of was getting out of here.

And I wasn’t ready to die.

This time when she went for me I slipped between her legs and pushed her forward, sending her face first into the wall. Before she could react I was back on my feet and driving a foot into her back. She dropped the knife in favor of nursing her now bleeding nose. I could have grabbed it, but I didn’t really need it.

She turned to face me and let out a shriek that I could feel in my bones. For a second I remembered everything we had done, how much we had gone through. But then I remembered that she was willing to throw it away and kill me. That’s when I started throwing punches.

In my fury I let her grab me. In her blind rage she slammed him into the wall and knocked the air out of me. Then I saw the ropes. Cut but still hanging from the ceiling where that madman had us tied up until he decided he wanted to watch up fight instead.

Lee didn’t let up, pulling me back just to slam me again. I knew I had to move when she started working my knee. If she disabled me I’d be at her mercy. So I started driving my elbow into her back, giving me just enough room to reach a rope and pull myself up and over her. With one more big pull I had a length of rope in my hand and the ends wraps around my fingers. One more kick to her back gave me the time I needed to wrap the rope around her neck and jump on her back. I got my feet on solid wall and started pulling. Then I started screaming.

“Is this what you wanted?! Only one of us right?!” She couldn’t respond, already gasping for breath and choking on some of her own blood. I couldn’t see anything thanks to the dirt, blood and tears.

“You did this, don’t forget that you did this!!” I screamed and pulled harder. Finally, she fell. But I didn’t stop there. I decided that I needed the knife.

It was small and rusty, but it did the job. I think I stabbed her at least twenty times, screaming and crying the whole time. I wasn’t yelling at her anymore.


608 words in 28 minutes at 04:14 AM on Aug 31, 2016 | comments

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