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It was a dark and stormy night ...
May. 16th, 2012 11:28 amOne of the classes is in the Library working with this prompt. I didn't want to be left out.
Word count: 194
It was a dark and stormy night…
The sky intermittently exploded with that silence of light that left a greater darkness at its termination and was followed by a distant grumbling that grew as it neared. From the small cave in which she cowered, she mentally counted, ticking off the seconds between the light and the thunder. ‘How close was he?’
There were many names for her pursuer; be it the more familiar Zeus or Thor or the less well known; Namarrkun, Haikili, Xevioso, Apocatequil, Raijin, Marduk, or Tarhun; he hunted and she was the quarry.
She watched as another furious jagged lance streaked down to the earth.
“God, he’s angry,” she whispered to herself.
It was probably too late to give herself up and not be incinerated to ash. Oh, he’d be sad afterwards when his brain started working again and he realized that she was gone. It would be a little late then. If he thought she’d forgive him this time, he was sadly mistaken. No amount of couples’ therapy was going to work and she’d tell that to Hades, Irkalla, Saveasi'uleo, Yama or whatever the underworld god was calling itself today.
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Word count: 194
It was a dark and stormy night…
The sky intermittently exploded with that silence of light that left a greater darkness at its termination and was followed by a distant grumbling that grew as it neared. From the small cave in which she cowered, she mentally counted, ticking off the seconds between the light and the thunder. ‘How close was he?’
There were many names for her pursuer; be it the more familiar Zeus or Thor or the less well known; Namarrkun, Haikili, Xevioso, Apocatequil, Raijin, Marduk, or Tarhun; he hunted and she was the quarry.
She watched as another furious jagged lance streaked down to the earth.
“God, he’s angry,” she whispered to herself.
It was probably too late to give herself up and not be incinerated to ash. Oh, he’d be sad afterwards when his brain started working again and he realized that she was gone. It would be a little late then. If he thought she’d forgive him this time, he was sadly mistaken. No amount of couples’ therapy was going to work and she’d tell that to Hades, Irkalla, Saveasi'uleo, Yama or whatever the underworld god was calling itself today.
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