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10:52 a.m.
2001-09-22
She Dreams in Digital...
It was hell, but she kept pushing through it. The rain slashed through the sky, driving right through her clothes and soaking her straight through, and the wind was so fierce that she was nearly bowled over more than once. She couldn't believe the harshness of the storm, but she didn't care. She had to get through it. She had to get home.
The wind finally got her, and she was thrown to the ground, right into a large mud puddle. She gasped and choked as she rolled through it, water entering her mouth and nose. After rolling a few feet, she managed to get on her feet again, now even more soaked and miserable. She sneezed a few times, nearly launching herself to the ground again, and then swore floridly for about five minutes, cursing God, the weather, and just about everyone else she could think of.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she roared into the wind, her words ripped away from her and carried far and wide. "Why won't you just leave me alone?!" Her response? A blinding flash of lightning and a deafening crash of thunder. She screamed and threw herself back to the ground, curling up into a ball.
"I give up," she thought, shivering and quaking on the ground as the storm grew and grew around her. "I just give up. There's no way I can win now."
Then, she realized what she was doing. She was giving in, giving up--and she was so close to home. Only a little bit farther...
Throwing all reserve to the wind, she struggled to her feet, and began to run. The wind tried to force her back to the ground, the rain blinded her, and the storm tried its damnedest to scare her into submission once more. Despite it all, she ran. Her lungs expanded to the breaking point, and her legs screamed in pain from the exertion, and she began to cry, her tears mixing with the rain pouring down her body, but nothing was going to stop her now.
Her front porch was just within her reach...only a few more feet...
She only hoped that she could make it, now that her storm was at its fiercest.
Quote for the Day: "She's nothing more than fiction." --"Fiction", Orgy