Scene 1

18 4 0
                                        

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.

* * *
Hey my Little Lilies! (I don't even know).

Okay, yeah hoped you liked it! Remember to...

-Vote

-Comment

-And Share! 😘😘
Have a great day/night!

Short ScenesWhere stories live. Discover now