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It started as snow, little white flakes swirling in the sky. Covering the earth in a pale, cool blanket. Then the wind picked up, the sky turned black and the pretty balls of frost warmed to the touch, turned to rain. Ruining my pretty snow blanket.
I stared out the window, listening as the wind howled, scowling as the lights flickered.
The storm robbed me of power, flooded my basement and caused uncharted mayhem.
For three days it was dark. For three days I ate dinner by candlelight. At first, I pouted incessantly but then something strange happened... The lack of electricity unplugged my brain, forced me to seek out other entertainment, like...*gasp* talking. Interacting with other humans by...speaking to them.
I never realized how anti-social I was until that storm, and now when storms come I smile into the whipping wind. I scream to the heavens for more. I ask God to cry, to sob, to soak me in rainwater and take my power for days on end.
Now, I like the dark. I like the subdued quiet behind the sound of a tempest on the horizon. Now, I embrace the storm.
I stared out the window, listening as the wind howled, scowling as the lights flickered.
The storm robbed me of power, flooded my basement and caused uncharted mayhem.
For three days it was dark. For three days I ate dinner by candlelight. At first, I pouted incessantly but then something strange happened... The lack of electricity unplugged my brain, forced me to seek out other entertainment, like...*gasp* talking. Interacting with other humans by...speaking to them.
I never realized how anti-social I was until that storm, and now when storms come I smile into the whipping wind. I scream to the heavens for more. I ask God to cry, to sob, to soak me in rainwater and take my power for days on end.
Now, I like the dark. I like the subdued quiet behind the sound of a tempest on the horizon. Now, I embrace the storm.
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Originality Technique ImpactI almost felt the same way whenever there was a storm that poured out. I felt this same way when I was in school, being a complete loner lost to his own futile efforts in staying alive.
The rest is best described by this work - this is a good vignette. The way that you've taken the storm is not exactly unique, but its something which is much more open to anyone who is reading it.
The use of the italics and the way you've added the emotive sentiments of the person who has felt these emotions is well done.
Overall, ignoring originality (this is just because I've read far too many works about storms) I think that you've written a really good work. Keep posting and keep writing.