Thunderstorm Story #13 · 2:38pm June 7th
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I was surprised by a thunderstorm today. This was already the fourth thunderstorm this year. Another one I missed on Sunday, because it was very short and by the time I had closed all the windows to keep the strong rain out, it was over again. Four thunderstorms in less than a month! It looks like it will be a busy season for the thunderstorms.^^
This thunderstorm lasted for 1 Hour and 16 Minutes. I was writing a bit over the time, for nine minutes, because I was in the middle of researching the right word for a sentence and didn't want to leave the sentence unfinished, so I was writing for 1 Hour and 25 Minutes today.
Now the sun is out again and I'll publish what I wrote today. I felt very inspired by this thunderstorm, so I decided not to continue the editing from last time for now, but to write something new:
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I stood up after stretching my legs and making sure they would still work. My thought was getting food, above all else, even above the cold, I felt hungry. And wasn't this odd? I had just fed a filly who housed a demon and now I was hungry myself. The resemblance made an awful knot grow in my chest, an intruder of my senses that made me feel ill and was worse than the hunger below it. I reasoned that food would make both ailments better and ventured forth to leave this room.
What room was it even, I asked to myself while I was carefully treading on the creaky wood. I saw beds with white sheets that my eyes barely made out in the gloom. Places more homely for sleep, but I would not sleep in another pony's bed. I opened the door and I listened carefully before I showed myself. I dared not to speak..... so I decided to take upon me the peril of startling or bothering the residents of this house. The ticking of the clock followed me down the stairs. Where did it come from? Where was this clock that ticked so relentlessly? The thought that I could not remember if it had always been there or only begun while I slept did not leave my conscience. Like a nail in my skull that was drilling ever deeper, this thought largened my dread. But the hunger won and it shoved me forward, down these stairs, where I hoped to find a kitchen and warmhearted ponies who would share their food with me once they learned about my struggles in this night.
But where were these ponies? Their beds were empty and wasn't it still night? Shouldn't they have been still sleeping in their beds? Did the storm awake them or..... was I abandoned? Could I have slept for that long and now the city was evicted and I was forgotten here, left alone to the mercy of the demon?
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