Dark Storm

Day 17 Inktober – Storm

The crackling of lightning is terrifying.

Yet, every time there is a storm,

Our eyes eagerly search the clouds

To get a glimpse of that flashing bolt of lightning again.

Storms are dark yet fascinating.


The Storm Broke

It was a pitch-dark starless night.

Rain pattered furiously on the streets,

The wind repeatedly rattled on my window screens.

I sat silently on the corner of the bed

With the sheets pulled close to my chest.

A tremendous flash of lightning

Cracked the sky in two,

Followed by a sharp thunderous boom

Sending shivers down my spine.

But, I listened to the violence of the storm all the while.

Frightened yet curiously amazed by the magnanimous power of the skies. 

A Storm Within

A red blazing spark of light shot down from the dark clouds that turned up out of nowhere. The sharp crackling sound of thunder got my heart racing. I had never seen anything like this before.

Wait, did I just see two human forms in the clouds with swords? Or were they only birds? The lightning must have blurred my vision!

The red lightning struck again! I quickly roll down the window of my cab to look up at the sky. I see a whirlpool forming. The clouds start drowning into the vast darkness of the whirlpool.

It looks like a portal. I have seen sci-fi films and read many fantasy books, always wishing out-of-ordinary instances like these would occur someday to make life extraordinary. However, this was not fiction, it was happening for real, I could see a portal in the sky!

This cannot be true. I stare at it without blinking my eyes. I can feel my heart sinking, drowning in fear but unable to react.

“Is it only the sky or will we all get absorbed into the darkness of this portal?”, I whisper to myself.

I am not quite sure how I feel at this very moment, I am not crying out in fear neither am I panicking. I guess shock has taken over my emotions and all I can do is gape with my mouth wide open at the flying humans in the sky and the red storm approaching through the open whirlpool.

Inquisitive is probably how I feel. I do not want this storm to consume me neither do I want it to stop, I wonder what this miracle is! How can I say that I want it to stop? Monotony of life has gotten deep into my skin, I shouldn’t be complaining. A supernatural phenomenon like this has never happened before, I should make the most of it!

In a flash, I decide to jump out of the cab to marvel at the rarity of this occurrence. I need to remember this, I need to write it down, sketch it, or wait..the fastest way to capture this moment is to click a photo. So, I look down to hunt for my phone in my bag and I suddenly realize the entire world just stopped.

Feeling dazed, I look around to find myself in the middle of a bustling street. Cars start honking and people step out of their shops and cars to look at me, and then I see my cab driver running in panic towards me. Everyone looks as startled as I am. I look at them and immediately look up at the sky. Nothing. It’s a bright sunny day!

I stand horrified in the middle of the street holding a book in my hand, The Words of Radiance by Brandon Sanderson.

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Soul of a Dragon

Day 74

Long and lonely she stood

Waiting for the storm to pass.

Many dreadful, angry faces crossed her.

Not one friendly, helpful smile.

“Just a little while longer.”

She said to herself.

Soon came the time,

With a shrug of her shoulders

and a quick sudden pull,

She tore off the shackles,

Unfurling her dragon wings full.

A deep breath later, she took flight,

Leaving behind humanity and all of it’s supposed might.

A Storm’s Coming

Day 68

Ghastly dark clouded sky,

Is this a warning, asking us to hide?

Lightning has begun to strike,

You are soon going to pour down

With all your might.

I fear what’s coming on tonight.

Show mercy, cause no havoc this time.