So today, I was daydreaming. And I was thinking about all the comps I'm in (3, soon to be 2, judging one). Then it passed onto writing competions like Court's or Nekowolf's. I never entered them cause so many other people had, and I was allways late. But If I had entered, I think I might have done really well. Back to the daydreaming. I thought about Court's first assignment, I looked out my window this morning and saw. . . Then, I came up with this short(extremely long) story. If you don't want to read, move on, if you do, enjoy Ghost Lightning.
Note: This isn't a story, an entry, or something I'm trying to make perfect. It's a short story I thought up 10 seconds ago, and I'm not letting it go to waste in the back of my mind. Spelling and grammar errors will be common in it, so bear with me. That wasn't the exact title or opening she gave, just all I remember. Writing ettiquete will mostly be ignored.
I took a bite of toast, pressing the buttered side to my tongue. It always tastes better that way, with the cinnamon and sugar on your taste buds, instead of dry crumbly wheat.
I took a swig of orange juice. It was sticky sweet, and moved slowly down my throat. I grimanced at the taste, but swallowed it slowly, the pulp lumping in my esophogaus as it moved down.
Wiping my mouth with a napkin, I glanced out my window, the one that looked out to the neighbors front yard. What I saw took my breath away.
A storm. A huge supercell thunderstorm, moving faster than any storm I had ever seen. And it was moving toward my neighborhood.
I stared in awe at it. Gigantic, massive, dark grey, rain laden clouds, towering, high up in the atmosphere. They churned and tossed like the see, rolling over and into each other violently. I raced outside, onto my front porch, to see it better.
I was moving so fast, 10 miles away, 5. It came upon me like a tsunami wave.
The sky darkened. The wind picked up. A cloud passed over the watery sun. I felt the moisture in the air. The wind blew in my face, ruffling my hair and dislodging my hat. The storm hung over me, my house right on the cusp of the clouds' edge. For a second, everything was quiet and still. No sound, no movement, except the boiling black mass overhead. I stepped forward, out of the safety of my porch's roof. Then it began.
The wind howled at me. It whistled and whipped through tree branches, funneling down my street. Morning newspapers went flying, the pages torn apart and scattered by the gale. The wooden supports of my porch's roog groaned, the wind was so strong. I clung to a support, holding on for dear life. It tugged at my jacket, and my cap went flying.
Then the cloud's released the rain. Big fat heavy drops rained down on the earth. They pounded against my windows, my roof, me. It hurt, they flew so fast and so hard at my face. I bent my head down, burying it in my jacket collar, protecting myself from the worst of the rain. It burned like fire on my skin, stinging where it landed.
Something pelted against my head, harder than the rain. Hail. Big white, grapefruit size hail. I heard glass crack and shatter. My window. The ice rammed into my house, destroying my roof, ripping chunks out of my columns.
My fingers slipped from around the beam, and the wind seemed to push harder. It pinned me against the wall. Ice and freezing rain lashed at me.
I grew numb with cold and aching pain. The hail and rain registered just as dull thumps against my already throbbing skin. I tilted my head to the side. Then I remembered the door.
The inside of my house. My basement. Safety. No more pain. Slowly, like in a dream, my hand moved toward the handle.
Light, white and glowing and pure, appeared at the edge of my vision. I looked up.
A pale, white, beautiful perfect globe of light, floating in front of me. All pain, or anything else for that matter, became nonexistant. Through slitted eyes, I watched as it slowly glided toward me. Tiny arks of electricity ran across it's surface, and the closer it came the more apparent I was of a steady low background hum. Ghost Lightning
My hand had locked around the door handle. All I had to do was turn it and leap inside. But I couldn't. The orb had entranced me.
The sphere stopped, hovering right next to the handle and my hand. I watched, as the crcular piece of energy enveloped my hand and the copper bar.
I cumpled to the floor, a scream ripping it's way through my chest. My hands grabbed onto the railing. The pain hurt so much. Twisting, I tried to pull myself up. In too ackward a position, instead of pulling myslef up, I ended up rolling over, near the stairs, bringing tears to my eyes.
I had rolled to far. My shoulder and half my upper body had fallen onto the first steps. The rest of me followed.
The tumble down eight steps hurt more than I thought.
And there I lay. My blackened skin smoked. I spasmed while the hurt ran the whole length of my body. Wet salty tears dripped down my face mixing with the rain and mud.
The hail and the rain and the wind still came on, brutally pounding me into the ground. My vision swam. Lights appeared on the edge. I screamed inside, only a soft moan of agony coming through my scarred burnt lips.
Black cricled at the edges of my eyesight, closing in on me. Tunnel vision. And be for it completely closed, I saw the Ghost Lightning.
I shook my head a sat up. I was outside, on my front lawn, at the foot of my stairs. I rubbed my head. A huge bump was on my temple, pressing onto my skull, gicing me a headache.
The ground was wet and muddy. My hair and clothes were dirty, with leaves and debris caught in the folds.
I got up off the ground, shaking loose dirt off my shirt, and pulling leaves out of my hair. My back ached, my feet ached, my whole body ached. Scowling, I walked back inside. A half full cup of orange juice sat on the table, next to half eaten toast. The window was shattered into a million pieces, glass laying all over the kitchen. I stepped carefully over it and made my way up to my room. Closing the door behind me, I fell onto the bed closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
It was around midnight that I woke up again. The moon was full and the sky was clear, bright twinkles scattered across the universe. My eyelids were still heavy, limbs sore, head hurting. I walked downstairs, teo my kitchen.
No more glass, no more shattered window. Everything was as it was supposed to be.
I looked out that window, at the velvety night. Was that a storm on the horizon? I didn't know.
Turning around. I saw a door. A door made of moonlight. and I walked through.
And came out. . .on the other side.
Ok so you know that was the worst ending in the history of endings, worse than they lived happily ever after. It sucked. But I had no other way to end it. So I feel justified in it.
*Doubt this will be read anytime soon.*
Feel free to speculate what the other side is.