The Return of Stormageddon

The Return of Stormageddon

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WpMetadataNoticeZuletzt aktualisiert Di., Dez. 9, 2014
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The rain pounded on the windows. nonstop. pitter-patter, pitter-patter. It hadn’t stopped raining in days, and I could barely remember the last time we had clear skies.“Looks like we’re having rain again tomorrow. And a few more wet days ahead of us before  winter chills start to blow in from the north.” The weather man’s job seems worthless to me, all you have to do is look outside and you can see what the weather is like. Step one foot out the door and you can feel the chill, or the heat, if it’s the warmer summer months.The noise from the television faded into the background as I turned on the coffee pot. I reflect on earlier today as the slurping of my Keurig blends in with the rain and the monotone sound of “AMMN’s best”. Trinity Wells’ voice was soon drowned by my thoughts.I’ve worked and HoF for as long as I could remember. The House of Fraser has seemed like a second home to me. My dad used to tell me stories about when his mate worked there. I've never met him, but the Doctor seems like a great guy...
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I heave in an astronomical breathe. Dumped Death Dad Downpour That just sums up my whole day. But the only thought that's racking through my depressing brain right now as I stare up at the unexpectedly dark sky is... I should've brought an umbrella. I step out into the cold wind, splatters of raindrops hitting my cheeks. I trudge through the wet pavement, my sneakers soaking up the water. Dumped Death Dad Downpour Summarization of my fucked up day. I shiver as the cold raindrops begin pouring heavier, the water saturating through my hair and soaking my clothes. I stop immediately when I hear a helpless whimper coming from the alley beside a small bakery. I hear it again, low and sad. I step towards the sound and find two green eyes staring up at me belonging to a black cat. It's coat drenched and it's whiskers drooping low. Like it's frowning. Even in my damp mood I feel sorry for the little animal. "You don't have a home, little guy?" I ask, squatting to see it better. Did it just shake its head!? I blink a few times and sigh. I'm probably seeing things. It's been overwhelmingly negative lately. I reach a hand for the feline and it corresponds, tucking its head under it. I pet it's wet coat and stare at it as it closes its eyes. I can't leave such a pitiful thing next to the dumpsters and cold rain to be frozen alive or ravished by stray dogs. So I do what every human being would do in my situation, I take it home. And that was possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done. *** This is a story about a girl named Lucky. But of course she's everything but lucky. One day she comes across this odd feline who acts strangely like a human. Maybe he is really a human and Lucky has got her hands into a whole lot of trouble. Or maybe she found what she was missing and this feline becomes her lucky clover. Get ready for a a world full of drama and unlucky incidents.

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