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Today, I’m just throwing out an old piece of an over done paragraph(s). Remember there’s no edits, it’s written as it came to my teen mind.
THE STORM
The day was just beginning when suddenly the clouds rolled in and the sky blackened with blue and purple hills. The once pure blue sky was now a mass of chaos and hysterics. the storm was just beginning soon the atmosphere would be in utter mass confusion. The clouds were just the beginning. The rain would start, it was only a matter of time.
It now came. The clouds opened up and down the droplets came. Yes just droplets but soon they would turn to streams of water. Water that no one or thing could tame. The streams of water joined themselves together and formed a thick sheet of water. Straight down the water flowed. But not for long the wind would start, when was just a matter of time.
At first the wind was silent not speaking then slowly it began to whisper softly at first then louder and louder. Now it was yelling, screaming at the top of it’s inhuman lungs. The sound was not of this world but then again the wind was not human and not of this world.
The sky, the rain, the wind they all melted into one massive boiling pot. They lived, breathed, acted together. One was never complete without the other. Soon they would stop. First howling and sheet of water would go slowly at first then end altogether. The clouds would slowly fade. The colour would turn from pitch black to the pale blue like it was before. It was only a matter of time.
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What are Roaming Ideas?
…random writings from now back to teen years
…writings free of editing and second looks
…pumps to my creative well
…shut downs and locking away of the critical mind
What are Overly Done Paragraphs?
…more description then is ever needed
…snapshots of possibilities
What are Dear Diary?
…inserting myself into a fictional character, where does the path take me