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(In a dark alley ,on a rainy night )
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I've seen "It was a dark and stormy night..." referenced (in jest) in another thread. Dunno if anyone will come out to play, but I thought it interesting if there was a challenge to write the first few lines of a story that used that cliche, but made something new from it.
Here's my attempt:
It was a dark and stormy night, which made Barry even more surprised to see hundreds of naked people slowly walking down the road, all going in the same direction. His parents, eyes glassy, movements mechanical, walked down the garden path dropping their clothes as they went. That's when it struck Barry that something very, very, bad was going down.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Alice watched as rain battered down on the plastic windows of the command module. The first rain that Mars had seen in millions of years.
Five years she'd spent cooped up in Terraforming Station C with three sweaty male scientists, but tonight it all felt worth it.
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One Stormy Night - Original Writing
The sudden, swift, severe summer storm caught me totally unaware. I was walking down Old tree Road when the clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree. Almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for me to take shelter in, except for the one.
The house loomed impressive and morbid in the greenish-black sky. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the house. The windows were broken, but the superstructure seemed to be in good condition.
I was becoming soaked as I pondered upon my dilemma. Whether to stay under the tree and risk getting hit by lightning or should I go into that old house,…show more content…
My lantern, my best friend at the moment, showed off ancient paintings of a red-haired man with angular features and a host of antiques. Over a marble fireplace, in the far side of the room, hung a silvered mirror with plump, little cherubs surrounding it.
Crash. I jumped and almost dropped the lantern. My heart stopped as I listened for another sound. The silence throbbed in my ears. I stood at the bottom of the staircase. The sounds had come from upstairs. I swallowed my fears and climbed the stairs.
On the second floor, I found a bathroom so obsolete that it didn't even have any running water. I left it undisturbed. I found several bedrooms laden with cloth-covered antiques, moth-ridden clothes that may once have been beautiful.
At the end of the second floor, I found yet another stair well. This one was dark and coated with lacy spider webs. It led to what must have been a children's play area at one point. There was a play room that took up most of the space, along with two bedrooms with dainty furniture, and the nurse's room. What I mistook for a closet at first was really a narrow flight of stairs that lead into the attic.