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Rain and Wind Abruptly Stopped

The rain and wind abruptly stopped, but the sky still had the gray swirls of storms in the distance. Dave knew this feeling all too well. The calm before the storm. He only had a limited amount of time before all Hell broke loose, but he stopped to admire the calmness. Maybe it would be different this time, he thought, with the knowledge deep within that it wouldn't.

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Rain and Wind Abruptly Stopped

The rain and wind abruptly stopped, but the sky still had the gray swirls of storms in the distance. Dave knew this feeling all too well. The calm before the storm. He only had a limited amount of time before all Hell broke loose, but he stopped to admire the calmness. Maybe it would be different this time, he thought, with the knowledge deep within that it wouldn't.

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He wandered down the stairs and into the basement.

The damp, musty smell of unuse


hung in the air. A single, small window let in a glimmer of light, but this simply
made the shadows in the basement deeper. He inhaled deeply and looked around at a
mess that had been accumulating for over 25 years. He was positive that this was
the place he wanted to live.
Her eyebrows were a shade darker than her hair. They were thick and almost
horizontal, emphasizing the depth of her eyes. She was rather handsome than
beautiful. Her face was captivating by reason of a certain frankness of expression
and a contradictory subtle play of features. Her manner was engaging.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you
with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look,
but you don't at the same time. You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's
where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next
The light was out on the front porch of the house. This was strange. Judy couldn't
remember a time when she had ever seen it out. She hopped out of her car and walked
to the door. It was slightly ajar and she knew this meant something terrible. She
gently pushed the door open and hall her fears were realized. "Surprise! Happy
Birthday!" everyone shouted.
Her hand was balled into a fist with her keys protruding out from between her
fingers. This was the weapon her father had shown her how to make when she walked
alone to her car after work. She wished that she had something a little more potent
than keys between her fingers. It would have been nice to have some mace or pepper
spray. He had been meaning to buy some but had never gotten around to it. As the
mother bear took another step forward with her cubs in tow, she knew her fist with
keys wasn't going to be an adequate defense for this situation.
Sometimes it's simply better to ignore the haters. That's the lesson that Tom's dad
had been trying to teach him, but Tom still couldn't let it go. He latched onto
them and their hate and couldn't let it go, but he also realized that this wasn't
healthy. That's when he came up with his devious plan.
There were two things that were important to Tracey. The first was her dog. Anyone
that had ever met Tracey knew how much she loved her dog. Most would say that she
treated it as her child. The dog went everywhere with her and it had been her best
friend for the past five years. The second thing that was important to Tracey,
however, would be a lot more surprising to most people.
Out of another, I get a lovely view of the bay and a little private wharf belonging
to the estate. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the
house. I always fancy I see people walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but
John has cautioned me not to give way to fancy in the least. He says that with my
imaginative power and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to
lead to all manner of excited fancies and that I ought to use my will and good
sense to check the tendency. So I try.
There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but
Rachael could see movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of
the movement, trying to decipher exactly what she had spied. The more she peered,
however, the more she thought it might be a figment of her imagination. Nothing
seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree. Then in
the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of
staring again.
She had a terrible habit o comparing her life to others. She realized that their
life experiences were completely different than her own and that she saw only what
they wanted her to see, but that didn't matter. She still compared herself and
yearned for what she thought they had and she didn't.

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