Thunder and lightning,
They are calling me to meet them,
To whisk me away to a place of
darkness and silence.
To a beyond of calm,
They growl and light the way for me
To follow.
The closer I get,
The more violent and frequent they
Become.
The wind carries me.
The rain drenches me for arrival.
Then I am struck....
And there is then
Nothing.
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Random stories
Short StoryOneshots I write for when I need ideas or when I'm just bored. Some sad, some you choose, all relatable. Don't be afraid to comment on what you want to read and such. I'm open to suggestions.
