So this is kinda freaky, but what can you expect from someone who's afraid of the wind and is up at three in the morning?? I enjoyed writing this one, Hope you enjoy reading it! Comments and votes are very much appreciated!
~Wind in the Night~
My blood is hot, racing through my veins. My heart beats an irregualr beat. I turn over in my bed, the normally crisp, cool sheets clinging to my clammy skin. Temporarily tangled, I panick slightly. Heaving the sheets off me I sit bolt upright. I glance at the clock. 2:02. All is silent. Not even the obnoxious, artifical buzzing of the refridgerator to keep me company. Whoosh. A great gust of wind. The storm, tis a comin' after all. I wander about the dark rooms of the basement, heart racing still. Pumping loudly, ever so loudly. I hear a car outside the window. It speeds by quickly. Run, so quickly, run to escape this storm. I scoop up my spiteful kitty. Precious kitty, wide-eyed and frightened. Not even he dare to squirm, to escape the arms of a loved one. The wind is persistent, yet the night is calm. Humid and thick, the air is hard to breath. Everyone is hiding, I feel so alone. I drop kitty. I feel the urge to confront this storm, for stealing my peaceful night's slumber. I long to feel that tormenting wind caress me, cruelly, tauntingly. I long to feel it comb through my hair. There is no way out. No way to leave without breaking the silence. The silence which I dare to enter. The storm, tis a comin'. The wind, the treacherous wind, grows stronger in my defeat. I return to bed, where I cower. My blood heats up, my heart prepares to burst out of my chest. ThumpThumpThumpThump. The beat of my heart and the wind create a tantalizing rythm. I shake, I quiver in fear. There is not a thing I can do.
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So, just a little messed and I don't know why I wrote it. I was feeling the need to get that feeling in words I suppose. Just re-reading it made my heart start going crazy again. If you found it scary, good >:) If not, bravo! If you liked it, comment saying so. If not, comment why! So basically it all boils down to commentvotecommentvotecommentvotecommentvote. please and thankyous all around!
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