Lightning sporadically flashed through the anthracite clouds that rolled over the cemetery. Thunder exploded every so often, as rain fell from the sky. Gabriel looked at his father's grave stone, with contempt. He then put some flowers on his mother's grave, and sat on the damp grass in front of it. Within moments, he was soaked to the bone. He stroked the grass on top of her grave and then closed his eyes and sighed.
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When it rains
FantasyIn a world, where the fate of every living thing, hinges on Gabriel Boateng's choices today, Gabriel stands at the crossroads of destiny. Little does he know that the weight of his decisions could either secure a tomorrow for humanity or plunge the...
