Hurricane

Hurricane

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Romance
Where I live, it rains a lot. There isn't a day when the grass isn't wet, and the pavement isn't darker. There's always puddles on the sidewalk, your hair is always a little frizzy, and raindrops are always falling down your windowsill. The soft pitter patter of raindrops on our rooftop is now like music. That's all there is too, soft drizzle, never a storm. That is until one day. My storm wasn't a weather pattern, but a person. He was the storm that shook you from your senses, and made your adrenalin pump like your life was ending. He was just a person to you, but he was my hurricane.
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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