A storm is raging its way through every inch of covered ground, invading everything on its path. It intoxicates those who chose to stay, the ones brave enough to face it who fell fools at the feet of freedom. Limbs fly around in a soft yet drunken manner leaving the lightning peak at night's tumultuous, troubled crowd. With blood boiling and nerves pulsating, they shut their eyes, squinting in pain and melancholy. Adrift in an ocean of tears, you could hear choirs of the courageous, the voices of the strong who bared the weight of heavy rain when they could've easily avoided it.
A roar pierced the thick fog sending shivers through numerous spines. The quiver hit head quickly and in a fraction of a second, the music stopped and bodies stiffened, becoming statues of the dark. The wind howled travelling in front of confused, astonished, fearful eyes. Leaves were keeping the chilling melody as alive as the host was. Drops of water snaked from the highest of branches, over the greenest of leaves and on top of the sturdiest root. At that moment, silence fell completely. No one dared to speak when
drip
drip
drip
The force was unthought-of. The eerie atmosphere became empowering and everyone let loose. It was chaos. What was once a graceful and intimate waltz is now an abstract, forceful show of worth. Faces morphed in anger, eyes glinted in fury and mouths opened with the force of a banshee. Heads thrown, arms flailing around and screams that made lungs and throats hurt filled the air.
Until the storm worn out. Until the grey clouds passed over heads. Then, stillness. Eyelids fell, postures straightened, composure.
At least that's what we see.
Never underestimate the power of one's mind. Everything lies inside and no one ever knows what's going on.
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the music poured in
Short Storypracticing description and metaphors we don't always see it all and that's ok but know that there's always more
