The storm rages above me, violent as a pack of angry stampeding horses. Each rolling blue cloud, a powerful body moving where it wanted to. Every flash of brilliant lightning, the impatient flick of a corse tail. And each terrifying clap of thunder, a booming hit of hoof against hard earth.
Sheets of rain plaster my hoodie to my skin almost instantly, and I am soaked in a matter of seconds. I leave the maroon red door of my house behind, and continue into the damp world beyond.
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Short Scenes
RandomShort scenes that I wrote randomly over the past month, hope you enjoy! Some of them are stories I started and didn't finish, so some of them might feel incomplete.
