Free Write - 10/7
Choose one of the clichés below. Using concrete details rather than the words of the cliché, create the setting suggested by it. You might begin with a single sharply focused image, then pull back to reveal the larger landscape. Use a persona, or introduce a character if you choose. (This can take the form of a poem, memoir, fiction, etc.)
- a dark and stormy night
- raining cats and dogs
- you could fry an egg on the sidewalk
- pattering on the roof
- cold as a witch's tit
- gonna be a scorcher
- stars like diamonds
Stars like diamonds
ReplyDeleteWhen you walk outside around 10:30 pm, after the sun has completely set and the only light that fills the sky are the street lamps and the stars. When everything around you is pitch black, it makes it seem like the stars are shining much brighter than usual. If you were to go stargazing and look up at the pitch black sky to look for stars, one of the first things you notice is that they are little and shiny, similar to a diamond. Stars in the sky have a similar shine to diamonds
Stars like diamonds- the twinkle of the sharp corners, as they spark and blind the eye, distract from the abyss surrounded. Cold, quiet, and dark, the sky was a void that was filled with the light of the night. They shine so bright that they were like diamonds, maybe even pearls. White, polished and priceless, the stars gave the sky some company. They were above the land, where the humans lay in the grass and stare back. They point with amusement, picking a star out, one by one. The stars were never alone with them, they felt safe with them. They felt like their twinkle had a meaning, that they were important enough to be seen even in the dark. The cold night began to warm up as time flied by, meaning the sun is approaching. As it begins to rise, the stars fall to their sleep. They’ll be seen again, every single night would be their time to shine. For now, they’re like a hidden gem, waiting to glow.
ReplyDeleteThe rain is falling down and its pitch black outside. I can hear the lightning outside of my bedroom window. I can’t fall asleep. The trees are falling down, and my dog is barking downstairs. My pool is flooding with all the rain, and our lounge chairs are getting blowed away. The sky is black and the only light you can see is when the lightning strucks. I can hear the rain drops falling down my window and the burst of light every few minutes. The leaves are blowing everywhere and tree branches are falling to the ground.
ReplyDeleteDark grey skies the color of fresh pavement on the road
ReplyDeleteWind blowing strong enough to make you salsa
Hoodie soaked, socks drenched
Crisp cold wind hitting your face
You could fry an egg on the sidewalk:
ReplyDeleteI walk out the doors to see waves of heat wafting off the dark cement. I stroll through the courtyard, taking in everything the warmth has withered. Vibrant, lively plants that came about in April are disheveled and lackluster. Men fixing the road wear construction jackets and their white shirts have become translucent. You can hear dogs panting as they relish in their favorite part of their day: a daily walk. Their owners don’t look as ecstatic to be outside feeling beaten down by the sun. Everyone is marked with sweat, everyone wears light clothing, everyone is fully aware that it’s the hottest day in a long time. It’s hard to focus on anything else when it’s 102°. I avoid touching the railing as I observe all of this because I’m sure it will remind me of it’s heat. Everything reminds me of the heat.
“You could fry an egg on the sidewalk”
ReplyDeleteThere’s steam coming from the ground. Blistering heat. The kind of heat that makes u wish you never stepped foot outside. It’s almost like the earth is a stove and we are eggs. We could be cooked alive in this heat.
On the hottest day in Lexington, Ky in years youd think it was florida or somewhere farther south. it was so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. anywhere you walked you could sweat and be drenched by the time you got to your destination. it was so hot people were staying inside in the cold air conditioning. With the sun blazing down on everyone in its sight it was about 105 outside and the heat index was about 124. although it does to feel good to be in the sun it doesnt feel good to get burned as soon as you step outside. On days like this you are miserable and there is no in between.
ReplyDeleteThe darkness and the rain. The darkness cold, the water droplets are colder. The wet, freezing ground splashing with my every step, and the water raining down on the ground like a shower. The lightning made the sky light up with whites and blues behind the deep grays of the thick clouds that covered the sky. The bright light of the moon was being blocked by the thick dark grey and black clouds, yet the lightning was so constant that it seemed the moon was still out in full. I looked down into the massive puddle and saw my shivered reflection in the water as the lightning made my silhouette disappear and reappear. The lightning reflected in the puddle, so bright i had to squint my eyes, the air so wet of rain and so constant, that in order to see you have to look down. As I stood there still and quiet, I could feel all of the water droplets exploding each time they hit me, I could see the steam emitting from my body, my breathe as thick as smoke, the air bitter cold, the street light high above my head emitting little to no light, the water flowing like a river on the side of the road into the sewer, my grey shoes speckled with mud and street grime, the rain and darkness bitter.The smell of cold rain just took over all else, and all there was in that moment was me… the rain… and the darkness.
ReplyDeleteJackson Klein
The worst thing about living in a tiny, one bedroom apartment is how stuffy the air was every morning. The A/C had been on overdrive, and finally worked itself to death last week. It was mornings like this, when I truly wonder, "why have I done this to myself?" Every day is the exact same: get up, go to work, come home and sit down. The monotony was like an oven, slowly heating up, becoming more and more noticeable with every passing second. I had never really liked heat, and have always associated being hot, and heat in general, with anger and bad times. And as I stepped outside, I knew, today was gonna be a scorcher.
ReplyDeleteDonovan Bender
ReplyDeleteIt was a cool, summer night. There was a soft breeze blowing through the air. The night sky was clear and you could see stars twinkling across the sky. They seemed to glisten like diamonds. Each individual star looked like rare jewel. The stars are like diamonds.
ReplyDeleteStars like diamonds
ReplyDeleteThe sky, the dark grey clouds with the twinkle of the many stars some resting beneath the grey flog of clouds. The stars shine like the twinkle in the eyes of your most admirable person. looking into the eyes of the sky, it makes you speechless as if at night the stars are what quiets the world, its peaceful...it cold but in a way the stars make you feel warm like a blanket during a cold night.
a dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteIt was dark blue with rain pounding down and thunder cratering the ground. It wasn't particularly cold or warm outside, just overall not very pleasant to be outside due to the conditions. Every step made you regret wearing your nice shoes out, every second you were out there made you want to race home even more. It was not a light drizzle, or even the rain that an umbrella and some pep in your step could overcome, it was unbearable weather.
ariel gabay
Fry an egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteYou take a step out of your front door and the humidity and heat is overwhelming. Fry an egg on the sidewalk? this feels like entering the gates of hell. The sun is dead center of the sky and not a cloud in sight, oh how i would love some big trees and less cactus'. I guess this is a part of moving to Scottsdale, Arizona I have not quite adjusted to yet. I think I will put my grocery shopping off until tomorrow and go back inside. Hell, let's not even cook inside today, i'm going to go fry an egg on the Arizona sidewalk.
"cold as a witches tit" Charlie Pesek
ReplyDeleteThe only thing that could be seen through the falling snow was the coldness of my breath. One moment I was surrounded by the frozen rain, but my breath was a fog around my brain. The tips of my fingers felt the cold touch of winter, even through my gloves. They were frozen in place, holding my arms together for more warmth. Even a forest fire couldn't banish the cold, for this is how we lived. For months, in a freezing fog, we went about our normal routines. Like robots that ran on bone chilling tempoaures. Our bodies partially frozen while we continued moving, hoping for warmth.
A dark and stormy night.
ReplyDeleteYou are cleaning up after dinner and you hear the thunder rolling and rain thudding down on your rooftop. You go out on the porch and see the dark sky night and a strike of lightning in the distance. The wind blows and it’s cold so you head back inside to warm up. You head off to bed under the warm sheets and the rain thudding on the rooftop if like melody. You then fall asleep like a baby.
Dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteThe sun is setting at about 7:30pm and you see the beautiful day slip away now getting taken over by these humongous dark grey clouds. They bring this strong wind that starts bringing down the trees as if they are getting stripped from the ground. You feel your feet shake and tremble as the first lighting strikes the ground. You feel this storm brewing and becoming angrier by the minute. You the acres of land getting drenched in rain and know that they will never run out of water. Even though there is pure darkness in the air and sky there is still a glimpse of the sunset right behind it all and you feel a sense of relief because you know it is just passing by the sun will come out again in the morning.
raining cats and dogs
ReplyDeleteThe sky was turning from ocean blue to midnight black in a matter of minuets. You knew that a big storm was brewing in the sky and was going to come down any second now. You are sprinting all around your house to make sure the windows are securely shut so no water will seep into your house. What you did not account for were the strange noise the rain was making as it hit your windows. You could have sworn you heard dogs barking and cat meowing every-time a drop of rain pounded against the glass. The torrential downpour did not stop for thirty mins along with the cat and dog noises. Eventually everything became silent and the storm had officially passed.
Dark and Stormy Night:
ReplyDeleteThe sun has set, leaving a dreary overcast of the sky behind. It's eerie how dark everything around me is. Then, a bright flash to my right is followed by a deep, rumbling clap of thunder. As I look around, I see that the sky is somehow getting darker and darker. Preparing for more flashes and booms. I turn and sprint back to my house, knowing I need to get to shelter. The ice cold pelets of rain prick my skin as they fall from the sky. The wind whipps my hair across my face as it sings by me. I'm almost there. A flash illunminates the sky and scene around me, and I duck as a tree splits in half and topples over. The thunder echos in the sky as the tree smacks the ground. I finally reach shelter, and watch as the horrible storm transforms the night from calm to chaos.
a dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteIt was pouring outside while she was driving home from work. It hadn't rained in months, but this time the rain came down hard. Lightning would light up the whole sky until it looked like day. She could barely see out of her window, but she knew where she was. As she was driving down the dark road towards the cemetery she saw nothing but rain. Suddenly, she was confused as she saw a white orb in the middle of the lonely road. When she got closer it was discovered that it was a person.
It was as cold as a witch’s tit, and I could see my breath in the cool air. As i walked down the street I heard the satisfying crunch of the snow beneath me. Each step was imprinted in the snow as I walked down the street to my house. The white ground had shown the past footprints of my neighbors and family. However, as the snow continued to fall from the white sky, the footprints disappeared. If i stuck my tongue out i would feel the cold drops of snow falling onto my warm pink tongue. Once the flakes hit my mouth there they would disappear. It was so cold that if you poured a pot of boiling water out the window, it would be solid by the time it touched ground. I had tried this as a kid and had an urge to try it again. As i walked down the street I enjoyed the cool air making my cheeks feel rosy and my fingers tingly. As much as i loved the snow, I couldn’t wait to get inside of my toasty bed back at home. -Kate Henderson
ReplyDelete“Raining cats and dogs.” I can hear the rain coming down really hard on the roof to a point where it’s making a very loud noise. When I look outside, I can barely see, but I see a car going very slow to avoid slipping and wrecking. I also notice the dog coming closer to me because she’s afraid of the rain. The neighbors who normally take a walk aren’t going on a walk. I notice water just flowing into the gutters on the side of the street. The grass is turning greener while the day is grey and gloomy.
ReplyDeleteWalking to my fridge to grab an egg. My mom just went to the grocery. Organic eggs- a 12 pack. The fridge is crisp and clean. The counters behind me are dirty and consumed by trash and leftover foods. I have an idea. I walk towards the front door, the carpet underneath my toes. Opening the back door and stepping onto the public sidewalk. The hottest day of the year. The sun is blistering the tops of my shoulders and the roof of my head already. I take my egg from my pocket, feeling the yolk swish itself around. The egg breaks easy as the shell folds into little triangles. The yolk pulls itself out of the shell, plopping onto the sidewalk. The ridges in the cement keep my egg at center. The egg bubbles, the sun sharpens, the shell lay cracked and broken beside me. Hunger stirs. I can hear the egg crackle. The neighbors lawn mowers, the morning walkers and their strollers, and the occasional car or two drive past. The trees and houses around focus on my project. The egg hardens, and the yolk yellows. When the time comes, I pull the egg off of the sidewalk- a perfectly fried egg.
ReplyDeleteyou could fry an egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteToday is the type of day where most people try not to spend too much time outside, and if they do theyre probably doing something like swimming in a pool. It is so hot that as you walk outside you can literally see the stream from the heat, rising off of the asphalt. If you decide to go outside without wearing shoes you will really wish you did because as you walk down the sidewalk your feet will fry.
raining cats and dogs
ReplyDeleteI see a flash, so I look outside and then I hear the rumbling of the thunder coming our way. As soon as the rumbling comes is when I hear the whoosh of the wind and the rain from the skies opening up. Soon after the rumble and the whoosh comes the shaking; the shaking of my terrified dog who was almost struck by lightning and has never experienced a thunderstorm the same since. He refuses to take a step outside if he sees the rain dropping, and tries to take shelter under a blanket, in our arms, or under a table. The pitter patter of the rain may be soothing to some, but for cats and dogs, it usually means hiding.
It was a chilly fall night. The thunder was rumbling in the distance and the breeze was whistling through the sky. I had seen some rain falling down and watched the blue sky get lit up by the white strike. It was indeed a dark and stormy night.
ReplyDeleteAs I stare out the window, my brother walks up to me scaring me from behind. He and I love to play in the rain, and today is the perfect day to do so. We both slip on our rain boats and rain jackets, laughing about how my boots are now too small for my feet. It seems like I’m growing out of a lot of things as time goes on. We run out the door to our mom yelling at us that “it’s dangerous out there. Be careful!” It doesn’t stop us. I look up at the sky and it’s painted with dark grays and blues. Something that is blurry as the rain crashes into my eyes. My brother is a few feet ahead of me stomping in a puddle. I run over to him but am halted by a loud crackle of thunder and lightening. It frightens me in the moment but once it passes it fills me with a certain kind of glee. “Man, it’s raining cats and dogs right now” my brother yells out over the loud pattering of rain. One might think it was hail from how hard it is comping down, smashing into the pavement we run along. “It’s not gonna stop us though” I yell giggling as I chase after him. We sit down under our favorite tree and watch as the sky cries and wails. We stay out there under our tree for hours just talking and wondering when the sky will stop barking and lightening meowing.
ReplyDeleteStars like diamonds, illuminating the miles of trees surrounding either side of me. God, I missed this view. The night sky in the city just doesn't compare to the night sky where I was born and raised; in the sticks, where your closest neighbor is at least a mile away, where everyone knows everyone, where small town kindness and southern charm is everywhere you turn. The city lights, from endless buildings and cars diluting the light, take away from the wondrous glow that the night sky has to offer. But when I'm home, and the closest building that isn't a farmhouse is a 20 minute drive away, all the stars shine so bright. This is my favorite view. Looking at it reminds me of how small and inferior I am to everything else in this universe, and sometimes that can be a scary thought, but other times I think it's a necessary one.
ReplyDeletestars like diamonds. You’re laying in the back of an old pickup truck. You’ve driven 30 minutes outside of town to escape the light pollution that fills the city sky. Out here, it’s just cricket chirps and utter darkness. The stars gather like an army. Their shining tails are reaching out to you, as if they’re close enough to touch. If you look close enough, you can see them dancing. Each star you focus on has it’s own little twinkle, as if they’re throwing a diamond back and forth throughout the army.
ReplyDeleteThe clinking of his ladder hitting the walls of the dark blue night sky echoed throughout the otherwise silent street. No cars, no people, the lights in every nearby house were off. He planted one foot firmly onto the cold metal surface, not bothering to wear shoes to avoid the risk of slipping as his calloused feet provided more than adequate friction. The male took one last look around his almost pitch black backyard, searching for any curious eyes. Once satisfied, he began his journey upwards with a soft “umph”.
ReplyDeleteThe stars were glowing a soft white tonight with no clouds to cover their shining shapes. That’s all the man focused on while he made his way upwards, not bothering to spook himself by looking down to see the shrinking maroon and black bricks of his roof. The house, in which he designed himself when he first bought the land years ago, was now surrounded by houses that were similarly misshapen and crafted uniquely in the name of “art”. While he would usually scoff at this thought of how everyone tried to outdo one another with crazy crafts, this time, his cranium was too occupied with the closing distance between him and the sky. Him and the burning hot diamonds that no one would dare to touch without assistance. Many had tried, more had failed, and most died, but he was determined.
Once at the top, he noticed that he was shivering, the dropping temperatures between the earth and the sky pushing his flesh into creating goosebumps to let its presence be known.
He shook off this feeling quickly. He wanted no distractions, not even by his own physical form. His rough and dry hands pulled out an specially insulated brown bag which he had created himself as he did many with many of his other possessions.
Raining Cats and Dogs
ReplyDeleteIt was a dreary day here in Kentucky. The sky was gray and the clouds were large yet sad looking. You walked to class with that same dreary feeling as the sky looked. It made you feel tired, lazy, and unproductive. After class, you exited the lecture hall and looked outside to notice swarms of people. Soaking wet and shivering, it was easily recognizable that they got rained on. You take a glance outside to see the branches on the trees swaying back and forth, rain pouring from the sky, signs falling over, and the ground absolutely flooded with water. This type of rain is the one where you cannot see ahead of you and your shoes take days to dry out. The water droplets were so large that they felt like needles penetrating into your skin. The rain was heavy, cold, and unbearable. It was one of those rains where you would do anything to avoid it at all costs.
I could hear every individual raindrop hit the ceiling of my bedroom window. Every drop hitting with more and more power. It was raining so hard I couldn't even hear myself think. This sound was very comforting and made me feel warm inside as it was the perfect amount of rain. It was perfect with no thunder or lighting, just pure rain. The trees swayed and swiped the side of the window. The smell of outside was dewy and humid. This type of weather made me feel productive and
ReplyDeleteIt’s a dark and stormy night. It’s so dark you can’t see anything unless the lightning flashes. You could feel the thunder roar under your feet. You don’t know if you’re legs are trembling or just the ground beneath you. The sound of lightning cracking the wet ground like a whip. The rain hitting your body like bullets.The wind whistling and pulling you every way so chaotically. You scream in agony, yet it’s masked by the sounds of the storm. The freezing hail bruising your face as you try to make an escape into shelter. Although you can’t, the storm refuses to let you go.
ReplyDeleteAs I returned from work safely I walked in to the movie James Bond No time to Die on the TV. My girlfriend had put it on for the supposedly rainy week that had just begun. I was always in disbelief about the weather, but this time it felt different. Once I had changed out of my work clothes, I instantly heard the rain start to hammer on the roof as if a roofing crew had come by to fix the roof’s ridge cap. The rain stayed persistent through the three hour James Bond movie and a meal. Maybe the weather was right about this torrential storm coming in for the week. I looked behind the curtains and my vision became impaired by the chaotic rain dancing along the window. As I did my best to make out what was past the window it became clear the streets were flooding and the drains were clogged. It was raining cats and dogs!!
ReplyDelete“Gonna be a scorcher.”
ReplyDeleteThe mother leans down to kiss her little soccer star on the head. He leans against her side, hefting a bag filled with an extra large Gatorade and shin guards on his other shoulder. She looks through the front window and sees the heat waving from the asphalt. A man in mismatched patterns calls out the day’s high from the living room: “98 degrees and climbing today in Albuquerque. I think we’re all ready for summer to cool it!”
The boy leaves his mother’s side as a blue minivan pulls up to the curb. He runs through the sprinklers on the front lawn, his teammates in the car complaining that they can’t play in the water.
The mother waves to her friend driving the car. Her friend pretends to wipe her forehead and fans her face. The mother laughs and pretends chug a bottle of water jokingly, but then points to her son in the back of the car. Her friend nods and winks as she pulls away from the house.
The mother closes the door, sealing herself in an air-conditioned oasis. She fixes a glass of water and sits in the dining room, which overlooks the garden her wife keeps in the backyard. She notices that the tops of the plants have begun to shrivel in the heat—some of the smaller plants had fallen over completely, their green color already fading in the New Mexico sun.
Cold As a witches’ tit
ReplyDeleteFrost dusted the windows like lace, fingertips frosted purple, Tongues, cheeks purpled like plums,
Wind whistling on the air, winter’s song sung for a concert of ice and spruce
Concert attendees absent as they play witness to their hibernation dreams
Fir trees stand silent and lonely as snow attempts to hug them but slips off onto barren ground
The fence shudders and shivers and bows to the bite of the air
The old wood of the house moans it’s longing to its brethren just out of reach
The windows spindle, spiral as Jack Frost’s breath threatens to slide in and hover by the resilient fire
Fall waves goodbye as it leaves
As winter is welcomed in with a gusto
-Bella Hardin
The sky black with terror,
ReplyDeleteThe thunder loud with anger.
The lighting with the only light around,
The rain with the sound of a beating.
The puddles splashing over every street,
The trees howling in the wind,
And the frigid weather moving in.
The children close the shades and plug their ears,
The parents fear for their safety.
Only darkness in sight,
oh what a dark and stormy night.
You could fry an egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteThe children ran around in the sprinklers while the adults sat on the porch trying to avoid the beaming rays from the sun. Every fan was turned to its highest setting and even so sitting outside was not the most pleasant. The cold drinks in hand helped but the only thing keeping the adults on the porch was watching the smiling faces of their children as they splashed around in the lawn. The kids did not mind the sun beating on them, they were too preoccupied with the water and the mud. They didn’t even seem to notice the intensity of the rays until they made the fateful mistake of running a little too far trying to avoid one of the sprinklers. The soft mushy grass under their bare feet would soon turn into hard concrete with the temperature of an oven. The side walk no longer felt like stepping on pavement but rather walking on coals.
a dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteNo stars in the sky, just rain and the whistle of a wind's cry.
Crackles and booms with light flashing before my eyes.
I sit here in awe as the lights fade into the clouds that cry above.
Is the sky mad at me or does it need a little release?
I wait for it to stop so I can go outside and smell the dew.
Light finds a crack with the sun spreading its shine throughout the field.
Finally, this dark and stormy night has come to an end.
Alison Belford: "raining cats and dogs" The crying sky wakes you in the morning with raindrops crashing into the window besides your bed. The sky clouds over your apartment with flashes of lightning and thunder bringing brightness throughout the dark grey. You look outside your window to see a handful of people struggling to keep their umbrella up from flying away. Not only was it raining hard, but the wind was immaculately dangerous for others to walk through. You wonder what is so important that they're walking through this tsunami for. You love sleeping while it rains, but this is a different type of storm. It's loud, it's not calm, and it causes anxiety of the thought, "Is my house about to flood?"
ReplyDelete“You could fry an egg on the sidewalk”
ReplyDeleteIt was the kind of hot that made you never want to go outside again. The moment I stepped outside my forehead was already glistening with sweat, and the underside of my hair was damper than I’d like to admit. I looked down the street to see a child crying, a popsicle on the ground. Or what used to be a popsicle was now a puddle of red goo searing on the pavement. I thought it was quite impressive how fast it melted, given the small blonde-haired child in striped overalls, with red dye covering his face, was still staring down at it, holding the stick it was once on in one hand. I wouldn’t have been surprised if it has melted right off the stick. I look around the child, trying to determine if anyone was going to comfort him, to see two adults, likely the child’s parents sitting in the garage of the house behind him. Not only are they in the shaded garage, but they have three fans, one ceiling, one standing and oscillating, and one box on the ground, pointed at them. Yet they are still glowing, or likely more drenched, in sweat. The scene of the parents arguing over who is going to comfort the child in the sweltering heat becomes wavy as the heat visibly distorts the image in front of me, it was that kind of hot.
Fry an egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteYou walk out your front door to the sun blaring on your face. You can see the heat waves just over the pavement on the road. Get to your car and open the front door, all of the trapped in heat comes out and it instantly feels 10 times hotter. Getting inside and sitting on your black leather seats burns the bottoms of your legs and same with your hands on the steering wheel.
raining cats and dogs
ReplyDeletethe sidewalk in front of me has grown dark
there is not long the contrast of scattered drops
the trees above offer little protection
each drop building bigger and bigger
the smell trickles up all my senses
fresh water on dry land
puddles are already collecting
the fast rain bouncing together
its a lot of rain but good rain
the kind we need to keep the grass green
my vision is blurred now
drops collect on my glasses
my umbrella does little to protect me now
more and more falls
im almost home
to warmth and a hot drink
The long drive from the city led you to the middle of nowhere. No other cars around you. You look up through the sunroof to see stars. They were nothing like you had ever seen before. You pulled off and turned your lights off. The only light around was that of the moon. Looking up you get lost in thought as you look at the sky full of stars. They shined so bright.
ReplyDeleteRaining cats and dogs
ReplyDeleteAs the ground shakes the thunder booms. The rain is coming down so hard I can barely see my hand in front of my face. The sound of the rain on the tin roof is so loud that I can’t hear the TV, even when its at full blast. The trees rock side to side as the wind pushes them around.
As I was doing my laundry, I noticed a slow rainfall tapping the roof of my house. As I turned the washer on, the white noise blocked out the sounds of the rain. As it began to rain harder I was able to hear it over the sound of the washer. The tapping on the roof became louder and louder until it felt like I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. My head was pounding from the consistent rainfall, and with the severity of the noise, I had to step outside to see the rainfall. The sky was black, and the rain was so heavy that I couldn't see five feet in front of me. It's raining cats and dogs.
ReplyDeleteIt was a dark and stormy night, John neared the base of the hill. Atop the hill was the old haunted house, sitting proudly as if it dared him to come see the nightmares inside. As rain dripped from his brow lighting crashed behind the house, illuminating it for brief moment. The windows were boarded up and years of neglect and harsh elements have produced a sag in the middle of the roof. Vines were crawling up the sides of the house, as if some force commanded them to pull the house down, yet it would stay there, just as it had for centuries. While the rain was all John could hear, he thought he heard voices coming from the house, human and inhuman at the same time. This was the end of his journey, and he would have to enter the decrepit house if he had any wish of seeing his friends again.
ReplyDeleteYou could fry a egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteIt was a hot humid summer’s day, 85 degrees, the sun was beaming and you were already sweating and it hasn’t even been 5 minutes outside, the grass is standing straight, no breeze in sight. You catch yourself already thinking, why is it this hot outside? When you go outside everything is hot, the ground, the trees even and the light poles, the sidewalk barely having ants on them because it’s so hot.
The forecast today could never have predicted what actually was the result of today’s storm. The streets were flooded, but not by rushing water. The clouds were full, but not of rain. The sky was gloomy, but the sun could still somewhat shine through. If you were not actively witnessing the storm that happened today, you would never believe what happened unless someone told you. Because today when it rained, it was not water, but instead it rained cats and dogs. The streets were full of random furry dogs. They are all shapes and sizes, but all barked in unison as they wandered the streets in confusion of how they fell out of the sky. Along with dogs, there were also cats. Everyone of the cats were around the same average size, but carried different attitudes. Some were excited to be free and finally get to hunt mice on the streets. But others were very upset they would have to now work for their dinner, instead of being served by their once owner.
ReplyDeleteA dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteIt was a cool fall October night. The wind was whistling and the tree branches were swaying. You could tell there was a storm coming in because the wind was getting stronger and the air was getting cooler quickly. I went upstairs and put myself to bed when I heard coyotes howling and heard the birds chirping loudly. Then out of no where sudden down pour. You could hear the rain drops beating against the window. My dogs were barking. All was silently except the rain and the whistling of the wind. Then a loud thud. The tree in my front yard knocked right over. No warning just a loud bang. After that the sound of the rain pattering against the window put me right to sleep.
Raining Cats and Dogs- It was a nice and quiet night as I was beginning to put the kids in bed. We live outside the city in a little ranch away from a lot of civilization. The closest neighbors we have are 10 miles east down I75. As I put the kids down to sleep, I feel a sudden uneasiness around my whole property. Like I said it was a nice night and then out of no where a big gust of wind hit our ranch and it started to rain cats and dogs. But, this wasn’t any ordinary rain, when I looked out my house it was blood. That scared me and from here I didn’t know what to do.
ReplyDeleteYou could fry an egg on the sidewalk
ReplyDeleteSweat dripped from every pore as I rounded the corner. The concrete was a radiator my feet I had to endure. The sun turned into a deadly laser reflecting off the glass of buildings that should be shielding me from it. All the other lost souls walked quickly to keep their papers from burning. It was clear this strip was made for those in moving climate-controlled bubbles, as the asphalt they use distorted everything around it into a squiggly mess. Those braving the elements could only suffer and melt.
I was out wandering in the field when I felt a little drizzle. I looked up and all of a sudden it was pouring rain, or as my mom would say: It was raining cats and dogs. I ran to take coverage under the tree so I could then decide what I was going to do. As I stood there in the pouring rain trying to come up with the best plan I looked to my right out into the woods, and I heard this big snap and crack. The biggest lighting strike I have ever seen just struck the woods, and as it struck I felt like I was standing next to it. The snap and crack was so loud it was like the lighting bolt was screaming in my ear.
ReplyDeleteStars like diamonds.
ReplyDeleteI breath in the crisp air of the Appalachian mountains. My eyes wander until I see a patch of grass to lay my body. I drop to the ground to look up to what is above. Millions of stars light up the pitch black enveloping me. I try to count the stars, just like Abraham, but I give up only seconds later. This moment feels special, but I also feel small. Nothing else matters in this blip of time but the stars and I. My eyes grow heavy as I feel myself falling to another world. I open my eyes one last time and take in the beauty. They remind me of the gem of my birth month, a diamond. I smile at the realization and close my eyes again once again.
The sun smacks you in the face as soon as you wake up. You get your bathing suit on and step out onto the balcony just to say you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. The Florida sun is different than we’re used to in Kentucky. You can feel you skin and eyes burning like you’ve been outside for hours but it’s only been a few minutes. Sweat starts to form and at this point you need to get into some type of water because you can’t even stand the heat. But first you have to put on shoes before even think about stepping out or else your feet will feel like you’re walking across fire.
ReplyDeleteA dark and stormy night
ReplyDeleteThe clock strikes 10, a dark and gloomy vail covers the night sky. Boom, John covers himself with his blankets trying to hide from the danger that lurks over his home. Boom, the night sky illuminates in a flurry of bolts flying back and forth trying to find their next victim, trying to find John. Boom, another sharp crack in the dark and ominous sky, revealing the monsters stalking their next victim, John.
A dark and stormy night. I was underneath my blankets, trying to be quiet. If I get caught, I’m dead. I had a flashlight beaming toward my book in hand. I love the rain but tonight felt different. The thunder was incredibly louder than usual. I could hear the trees nearly smashing on to the house. The wind was louder than usual too. It was like I could almost hear someone whisper or trying to talk to me. At this point it was about 1am when I texted my neighbor.
ReplyDeleteMe:Hey are you up?
Them: Yeah, I can’t sleep because of the storm.
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The rain was streaming down the window like a raging river. As I look out into the vast darkness I am only able to see my reflection in the window created by my lamp that lights my room. Suddenly a flash of lightning streaks across the sky illuminating the trees swaying in the wind. The thunder seems to shake the very foundation of the house. I lie awake all night wondering what could have caused such a violent storm.
ReplyDeleteThe power just went out. It’s pitch black out and you can’t see a single thing until the lightning strikes nearby, lighting up the sky. The rain is pouring. Puddles are forming everywhere. There was nothing soothing about this rain. The water drops were coming down so hard it stung your skin. The thunder rolling makes you jump. The wind is blowing the trees in every direction. It’s a dark and stormy night.
ReplyDeleteA dark and stormy night. Raindrops flood down the window and pool onto the casement. The only object that comes into view is a dusky tabby cat on the dim lit sidewalk. Lightening smites the sky through nimbostratus clouds. After the roaring clamor of the bolt, the cat is now too gone with its ghostly nature.
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