Rouq stood, staring across the lake. The rain dripped down his brown hair obscuring his vision. It didn’t matter, he wasn’t looking in a way that rain could obscure anyway. His sight was tuned to the 5th level, he was looking at the low-level demon moving towards a child who had drawn too near to the water. The demons grotesquely elongated fingers stretched towards the child, preparing to grab them and pull them down to the portal at the bottom of the water, into Gehenna. In a flash Rouq was in front of the demon, shining like a newborn sun. In a moment the light condensed into a burning line in his right hand. He leveled the sword at the demon and uttered one word. “Leave.” The demon was unable to disobey, the light exerting its power. Rouq turned hoping to see where the child had went, they had left, most likely to the safe bosom of their mother. He let out a sigh, the sword dissipating into stardust as he walked off into the forest, wishing he had a reason to stay. But the end was coming, and he was to be gone before it began.
that one that said vote was me
i like this one
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this my second vote :3
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It felt like falling asleep; slowly then all at once. You may be wondering what is it you are talking about? I am talking about pain and sorrow. It was a gray and rainy day as you wind down to die or as humans call it sleep. You close your eyes and just listen to the sound of the rain hitting the shallow glass called a window. It sounds like the pitter patter of small feet on the glossy wood floor in the kitchen in your old childhood home. Were the was a white crystallized stove. You hear the sound get louder and louder as the rain turns into a pore of water on your thing glass window in your room of sadness. You now can hear a whistling wind finding its way through the cracks and holes of your window and paper thin walls that surround you in this room of sadness. You now hear the rain go back down to a pitter patter than the wind now banging on the thin glass window and you see a tornado start to form in this room of sadness. It represents the fight you are fighting in your head how everything is twisting and turning in your head. All the depressing thoughts and things you try and overcome every day while battling this storm in your head. You see the tornado die down and the wind is crawling back into the cracks and holes of this room of sadness. This is showing that you have won the storm by the death all come all at once.
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I sat on a wooden bench in the park, my eyes closed. The pouring rain all around me made my crisp clothing feel heavy and cold. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. How was I to know that it would end up this way? I used the nobles and their henchmen as my tools in order to expose them for the sniveling fools they really were, but how could I have made such a mistake? How could I have let those awful brothers of mine discover my plans? Well,… I thought, the wounds under my clothes beginning to go numb with cold, at the very least I know they haven’t told anyone yet. They’ll probably try to use it to their advantage. I opened my eyes and looked up at the night sky. The same sky I watched at every chance I got.
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“Thunder roared above in the sky, rain hitting the bus roof like bullets, the chatter of students talking and bickering.” “The class tenth grade class of Central High School was heading to a museum across the city.” “My class was full of pampered brats, small groups of delinquents, and overachievers.” “Out of these groups of people, you got the regular students that just want to get through school, get a job, and have a nice and peaceful life. I was one of these people just trying to live life like any other person.”
It was simple. I slipped, but I was not expecting where I would end up. I remember me falling. Hitting the wet, cold concrete. And then it was black, and then blue, and then red, and then blue again. And then I woke up, an array of opalescent colors blurred my vision as I struggled to push myself up on my hands. I blinked a couple of times and then my vision was clear, it was still raining but I was somewhere that I did not recognize.
The area that presented itself to me was… wild. Lush green bushes and big, actually not big, large… very, very large. I observed the largest flower to be a common rainforest flower, an orchid. “Luxury, beauty, and strength,” I spoke aloud as I wiped some dirt off my face. “So much for beauty,” I said to the dirt on my hand, and then wiped it onto my pants.
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As she walked out of the coffee shop with her camera she felt a few drops of water on her head taking off her thin jacket and placing it over the camera making sure to protect it from the rain, while she walked home it started to rain harder so she placed the camera under her arm attempting to protect it better as she had a very important photo set on her memory card. She was starting a business but balancing a small business by selling photos in a coffee shop with her best friend and completing school work on time she was having a hard time. She started walking quicker as she was afraid of damaging the card and/or camera she started jogging but as she started running she tripped her first instinct was to grab her camera but it was too late her camera hit the ground shattering the lense into pieces and breaking the body in half. She screamed as she had seen what happened to her camera her uncle have given her for her 13th birthday. Thinking about what her dad would say,as she had a fear of yelling due to emotional and mental abuse including bullying in the past, she began crying harder the clean fresh rain mixing with her salty tears. She picked up the broken pieces reflecting how broken she was in her head now only blaming herself instead of the rain.
This is my vote. :3
The rain did nothing to slow the fire. Egan sputtered, smoke wafting away from the force of the coughs. It’s alright. He reminded himself, trying to focus on breathing regularly. I am outside. I’m safe. Everyone else is safe.
The girl from across the street was kneeling in the snow, shielding her eyes from the blaze with a hand. Water streamed from her shorn head, soaking her sweatshirt, and when he stepped closer he realized that her feet- planted deeply in the snow- were bare. She caught sight of him and attempted to stand up again, slipping in the slushy sidewalk in her haste. “Is everyone okay?”
He threw his arms around her without even thinking. He’d never been so glad to see anyone, even someone he couldn’t stand.
She could feel the cold water drops rolling down the back of her neck, but the she couldn’t register the fact that it was raining. Pouring actually. Weighing her clothes down, but maybe that was the guilt too. She felt her hips move, the belt and holster moving oddly against the rest of her clothes. The metal of her gun and the skin of her hand were frozen together.
Seeing the weapon, her resolve hardened. She looked up through the wet hair plastered on her face, to see the gates of city in front of her. Wide open. A stoic look took its shape upon her face as she crossed over the forbidden threshold.
An felt every heavy footstep she took towards the palace.
Every reckless step.
Every guilty footfall.
Every. Single. Murderous. Step.
Time seemed to rush up on her as she stormed the palace doors. One moment she was walking up the giant staircase and next she was in the meeting room of the Empress. Pointing the metal contraption in her hand at the Empress’s head.
An felt all the guilt and heard all the warnings the others had given her all at once as the Empress set down the pen she was holding and looked at An.
The only thing An heard as she lost consciousness was the pounding of the rain on roof.
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Second vote <3
Akarria leaned against her sole companion, the flickering light casting long shadows on the mossy floor. It had been years since she had been able to relax, the gentle pitter-patter of the rain was soothing, in its way.
It reminded her of home, of long nights watching the rain through windows. She did not regret leaving- her time wandering the realms had been well spent. Still...
“Are you ever homesick?” She asked her companion, her friend, the sole reminder of memories beyond count. “Even when your time actually spent home was unhappy.” She added, recalling the situation that had driven them together.
“I do not regret leaving, either your home or mine, m’lady. Those I miss no longer walk this earth, nor any other.” Her companion growled.
“Not the people. The place. Feeling at home” Akarria replied, watching the rain drip down through the trees.
“Our fates are not sealed in stone m’lady. What once has been might be again, and nothing that is lost cannot be found, if not undamaged, than at least unbroken.”
“Don’t give me that.” She spoke quietly, softly, sadly. “I can never repair my relations with my brothers, and my home is forever lost. I couldn’t save it.”
“Oh? You saved your people. You saved your youngest brother. You even saved your kingdom, if not for yourself. A home is nothing, in comparison to those within it.”
She lifted her eyes, met the unwavering gaze of her closest ally, soundlessly communicating support-friendship-trust, just as always.
This one gets my vote!
“Move it,” Lou grunted, pushing past Andy.
The rain fell on the two in fat, heavy drops. Andy’s brown curls clung to his face in soggy strands, and he watched his father move towards the shallow hole in the ground with heavy, lumbering footsteps. Lou’s thick hands wrapped around two stiff legs as Andy’s loosened around the rusty shovel. He felt the fresh blisters on his palms burn as they moved across the wood, then grow numb in the November chill.
And really, the only one Andy could blame was himself. It was he that had helped carry the godforsaken deed out, let his father’s contagious rage seep into him, blind him. But, even now, all he could do was watch dumbly, water sliding from his lashes to his cheeks, as the hunched figure struggled to drag the body through the mud.
Lou paused, then looked up.
“I said, move it!” he roared.
Oliver’s face dropped. Tears started streaming down his face. He started sobbing. He looked up at me and said “Please tell me this is just another one of your pranks.”
“I’m sorry, Oliver.” I grabbed his hand.
“No!” Oliver ran outside and laid down on the ground in the pouring rain. I came up and laid down next to him and hugged him tightly. I felt him shaking and sobbing. He looked in my red, puffy eyes and his sobbing slowed down. The puddle of cold water we were laying in started to fill up more. His cold, wet hands met my cheeks. He ran his fingers over my eyes to wipe my tears even though my whole body was soaking wet. He ran his hand down my face and stopped at my chin. He blinked slowly as tears continued to roll down his face. He pulled my hand up to his chest with the other hand that wasn’t on my face. He slid his hand behind my head and our noses met. We bonked foreheads and a big breath came out of his nose. A slight smile peeked out of him. That smile met my lips for about 5 seconds.i pulled back and sat up. I looked down at him and lifted a corner of my mouth.
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...thanks I guess
The clear drops of water drop rapidly on my shoulder and second by second my hearts pumps blood slower as I get colder
the puddles of water start to get bigger as the rain floods from the airy heavens above and the gray dark skies light up with lightning as a way to show love
The temperature makes my nerves freeze like crisp ice my thoughts racing with ambition and they are fairly nice
I’m standing in a yellow nike shirt with pink shorts and the wind picks up like a tornado blowing me away like me running in sports
The air I breathe in is like a sharp knife to the chest without the pain because it makes me open and vulnerable to where I’m thinking thoughts that are insane
The rain decompresses me relieving everything that stresses me and tears fall with pain that depresses me while the rain is falling with things that obsesses me
The water is hydrating my skin so my intricate brain can think within and im not perfect because I sin so it washes me away like marching men
Rain pelted against the window of Will’s apartment. Leaning his head against the cold glass, he breathed on to it, watching it fog up quickly. He took the pink sleeve of his sweater and wiped it away, looking out at the neighborhood. He had only lived there for a few weeks, but even he could see all of the differences it had in the storm.
It had always been a dreary place to live, but in the rain it looked like a black and white movie. The red brick building across the road was now a dark brown, and the yellow car that was parked permanently had a ochre color to it that reminded him of the color of a rotting wood. The flowers in Mrs. Katra’s flowers were closed up and drooping in the window of the other apartment building.
Valerie Kenrick didn’t enjoy being wrong. Valerie especially didn’t enjoy being wrong when being wrong meant standing in front of her place of employment, locked out, in the rain. That being said, it’s needless to say Valerie wasn’t enjoying herself when her employer, Vance Hagen, P.I., pulled his automobile up to the curb, put it in park, got out, went to the passenger’s seat grabbed his briefcase, locked it, started walking up the curb, paused, returned to his vehicle, unlocked it, opened the driver’s side back seat door, grabbed an umbrella, opened it, closed the door, locked the car, and then, finally, noticed his bedraggled secretary.
He gave her a slight eyebrow raise hello. Valerie, in response, slightly shifted her stance and pulled her coat tighter around herself. It was a futile effort, as she was already thoroughly soaked.
Vance finally reached the door. He didn’t bother to offer the umbrella to Valerie as he fumbled through his pockets.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “And?”
“I’m just saying, of all the days you had to be late, it had to be the one where the entirety of the Atlantic ocean was pouring down on New York.”
“Pretty sure we’d know if the Atlantic Ocean was anywhere other than where it normally is.”
Valerie gave him a half hearted kick. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?” Vance frowned, taking his hand out of his pocket and trying the door.
He sighed. “I figured.”
“So then why did you try it?” Vance opened his mouth, about to say something. “Wait. Don’t tell me.”
“Did you accidently grab the keys when we were closing up last night?”
Valerie stared at him, dumbfounded, ignoring the droplets trickling into her eyes. “You’re kidding.”
He gave a suppressed smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” He raised his left hand, revealing a small, somewhat worn set of keys.
She kicked him again, slightly less half heartedly.
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Fine, I see how it is. You will rue this day, pee pee
This is a vote. Just so you're aware.
At least some people can appreciate fine art *sniffs pretentiously*
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Mac sighed as he listened to the pitter patter of rain. He was waiting for his parents to pick him from the train station. Mac had gone to paris to visit his cousins but his parents could only afford one ticket so they sent mac alone. As more people started to leave Mac got nervous his parents still weren't there. Mac went over to the Manager of the stations office and knocked on the door. “Come in!” Mac slowly opened the door to find a man sitting at a desk stacked with papers. “Hello.” he said “what brings you here?” “Um i was wondering if i could borrow a couple quarters for the telephone.”
Gray stained the sky. It stretched from horizon line to horizon line, unbroken, a thick layer of blurry darkness. Imperceptible to the eye but cold to the touch, water drops fell. They fell upon single blades of grass, beading on top of them, held by friction. They fell upon tree leaves, coating the various shades of yellows, oranges, and few last greens with a reflective sheen. They fell upon eyelashes turned up towards the sky, upon cheeks long ago turned numb.
She sat in the grass, legs stretched out before her, arms behind her, hands pressed against the damp earth. Silence stretched as far as the gray did, the only sound that of the pitter patter pitter patter of the water drops hitting the ground, the leaves already fallen from their host branches. Listen. Eyes closing, she fell back. Rain drops soaked into her hair. Cold.
Good. Cold was good. Numbing. Silence was good. Empty. Before, she’d sought out the noise, the busy, the bright, the distracting, desperate for something, anything, to break the interminable series of thoughts trekking in circles around her mind. Now she longer bothered. Empty. Listen to the silence. No harm to be found. Not anymore. She’d thought too much. She was tired of it. She lay in the grass, hair soaked with the rain, cheeks running now with only fresh water despite the red that still colored her eyes from the salt that had been there before. She’d been angry. She’d been afraid. She’d hated—him, her mother, her father, herself. Herself.
It's a yes for me -Simon Cowel
Actually it's cameo
It’s raining, as usual. There is barely any sunshine these days, and when there was sunshine, the children played and played some more. The adults relaxed. Then, after that one day, the deadly rain came back and some died. When we needed to leave our houses, we wear protective suits to get more food. That's why we buy a ton of food.
One day, when it was sunny, I Lillian Poppy, was outside playing. When suddenly, it started to rain. I bolted inside, but my parents didn’t make it.
Caleana sat at the top of the tallest buildings. It was that season where each state; Spring, Fall ,Winter ,and summer ; have there own season looming upon them. She looked up at the snowy sky taking in the little snowflakes that fell on her face, she scarf swaying in the chilling wind. “HAY! Comm’on we got to go. The chieftain called us!” some one said. Evans white hair blended with the snow falling on his hair, his red and black eyes peering up at her. “Do i have too?” Caleana wined. Evan was already climbing up to retrieve her “ Yes we have to. Com'on slow poke” he grabbed her hand dragging her along. Evan and Caleana were friends ever since they met. They helped each other with something and have been together ever since. They hoped from building to building to get to the chieftain faster. :good morning Evan. is that Caleana with you?” an old lady chimed as they sprinted by. Evan turned his head and said “ sorry Pam but we’re a bit busy. We’ll be back later” he saluted her and went off.
A girl stands in the rain. She can't move she is stuck in place rain is running down her face.
She can see what is happening around her but she can't say anything. Her name is Alex. Do you want to know how she got to where she is now? Well here is how.
Alex was in bed when a demon
“OH MY GOD SHUT UP.”
The eyes of business men, and girls drinking Starbucks darted toward them from the corner of their faces.
The now fumbling Samuel, or “Sam Mule” as his coworker liked to call him, flashed an overly exagerrated smile and pretended the world didn’t exsist. Just for a bit.
“Oh, annoying customers, I see.” said coworker said mockingly.
Yes please. A lot of these others are all depressing and then...
This is my vote, just to make it clear.
the world needs more of this...
I frantically ran through the forest, my heart racing in my aching ribcage. Branches whipped at my face and tore my clothes, for I could not slow down. I could hear nothing. My whole body felt like ice and pain as my fear turned my frantic thoughts into a jumbled cloud. I didn’t know where I was going, but it didn’t matter. I just needed to get away. Far from Cameron, far from Senry, far away from everything I ever knew and cared about. I hurtled over a fallen tree, my legs moving all on their own. Nothing else mattered anymore. I would keep on running for all eternity if I could. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. My lungs burning. This is the end.
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