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 Created on 12-3-06
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Dark black colors swarm my space. Rain falls so fucking hard it pings off the floor as if people are throwing marbles off a random roof. The houses and the street are covered in water. I stand in the middle of the street. My clothes are wet. Dripping, and dripping...soaked to the bone. I raise my arms parallel to my shoulders. Straight out, my shirt clinging to my torso. Lightning violently strikes everywhere. Thunder clasps as loud as your ears can handle. I look up at the sky....rain still falling....still falling...falling on my face. Spinning, and spinning.....dark colors falling. Rain still falling. I scream as loud as my body can scream. Spinning, and spinning. Trees bending,and swaying, crackling with stress. I gaze upon the houses. I move my arms around the neighborhood. I feel my power reserving it self. I point my hands towards a row of houses, and they break away in a destructive force. Rain still fallin...still spinning....thunder booming. Boards ,and furniture fly through the air. Cars, and telephone poles collide, and combust. House after house I destroy all in my vision. Rain still falling...dark colors still flowing....lightning clashing.....My eyes get sharp with determination. My anger flows through my entire being. Mail boxes, and the road itself all flying through the air. I walk through my storm. Debris flying all around me.....Rain still falling...wind still blowing....I walk through it all, and it looks like I shouldn't even be there.. I am surreal. I smell it..I feel it....I touch it.....Rain still falling....colors still flowing....thunder still booming....I gesture my hands if I was to be pushing something down, and with a loud BANG every house, every car, everything that I have destroyed falls to the earth. Leaving it all in rubble. Do not ever call me with that shit again.......
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Please Login to post comments| On December 4th 2006 ashleydolan01 Said : | |
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wow this was very discriptive.. i like it.. i was cheated on as well.. so i can really relate to that. |
| On December 3rd 2006 athenap Said : | |
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beautiful descriptions, makes one feel its is theirself your are writing about. |
| On December 3rd 2006 mindgashaft Said : | |
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A hell of a thing. when the woman you love is untrue. She should of been in the storm. I like the way you write. Very Discriptive. I wish you well. Paul G. |
