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The Plans of Mice and Men

I sat at my window, completely bored out of my skull. Had I been more bored, my eyeballs would have fallen out. Luckily for me, they decided not to.

I was currently watching the horrific storm going on outside.

The thunder and lightning had been going on for quite some time, slicing through the velvet of the night sky above with sound and piercing brilliance.

As I took a more comfortable position, the rain started.

It pattered down the windows, streaking down the glass like celestial tears.

I tiredly twisted a pen in my fingers when a particularly loud roll of thunder shook the foundations of the house.

I clapped my hands over my ears, but I hadn’t the sense to conceal my eyes.

The blast of illumination was so great I was momentarily blinded, leaving me blinking stupidly in the wake of the flash.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a spark of flame flare dance away into the night and over the hill.

I turned away from the window morbidly.

If Nature takes things into her own hands…we’re done for.

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