It's not really as scary as they make it out ta be. The sensation a flyin' is quite wonderful really. I mean, aside from the ear splittin' roar it's actually quite nice up here. I cen see the most brilliantly blue sky o'er-head.
I've always wanted ta touch the clouds...
What a dram come true...
The weather man had called fer a twister but I let my lil' sister, Shiloh talked me inta drivin' her o'er to Mercade's house anyways. I mean really, when were the last time that guy were actually right 'bout some'in? I'll give 'im props, the sky were pretty dark, but nothin' I ain't seen before.
A jagged bolt of lightnin' followed by an earth rumblin' roar had my sister squirmin' in the car seat. "Maybe we should pull over." She whimpered.
I shurgged "Ain't no thunder gonna hurt nobody."
"I don't it looks pretty dark out there." she replied.
"It'll be fine. Always is." I answered.
We was halfway there when the sound a sirens echoed 'cross the кукуруза fields.
"Should we pull over now?" Shiloh asked.
"'Sokay, they go off all the time 'n I ain't never even seen no ternado yet." I answered. "Yer friend's gonna be happy that ya didn't let no storm stop ya from seein' her."
Only moments later did I see jus' how wrong I were 'bout that. Lil' ways down the road the dark swirlin' облако could be seen comin' directly toward us--suckin' all the energy out the air, throwin' trees 'n rock 'n whatever else it could find 'n pick up. Shiloh were shriekin' loudly at that point almost louder then the cyclone. I did my best ta turn the car 'round 'n drive back the way we come from.
Didn't do much good.
The wind were pullin' us back purtty good.
Guess that's why pa tol' us ta never try 'n out run a twister.
Pa, I shoulda listened.
Shiloh, I shoulda listened.
'N jus' like that my sister were ripped from the car, leavin' me all alone. I floored the car, didn't Переместить nowhere. And soon here I were, up in the sky.
Saw it comin' toward me.
Couldn't move.
No time.
No strength.
It only hurt fer a lil' bit--gettin' impaled by a pitch fork I mean. Thought it would hurt more. 'N like that it were over. Got my las' view a the world; Shiloh lyin' on what were left a the gravel road. She were bleedin' a fair amount, but somehow I knew she were gonna be okay. Glad my sister weren't killed by my stupidness.
"Stormy are Ты listening to me?" Icy waved a hand in front of Stormy's face.
"Yeah, totally." Stormy muttered. Frankly Мечты about tornado's was еще exciting than Icy's nagging. She didn't know where this daydream came from--she could swear it wasn't over her own making. But oh well, watching people suffer was fun enough.
Yup, Stormy was a redneck . Any questions?
I've always wanted ta touch the clouds...
What a dram come true...
The weather man had called fer a twister but I let my lil' sister, Shiloh talked me inta drivin' her o'er to Mercade's house anyways. I mean really, when were the last time that guy were actually right 'bout some'in? I'll give 'im props, the sky were pretty dark, but nothin' I ain't seen before.
A jagged bolt of lightnin' followed by an earth rumblin' roar had my sister squirmin' in the car seat. "Maybe we should pull over." She whimpered.
I shurgged "Ain't no thunder gonna hurt nobody."
"I don't it looks pretty dark out there." she replied.
"It'll be fine. Always is." I answered.
We was halfway there when the sound a sirens echoed 'cross the кукуруза fields.
"Should we pull over now?" Shiloh asked.
"'Sokay, they go off all the time 'n I ain't never even seen no ternado yet." I answered. "Yer friend's gonna be happy that ya didn't let no storm stop ya from seein' her."
Only moments later did I see jus' how wrong I were 'bout that. Lil' ways down the road the dark swirlin' облако could be seen comin' directly toward us--suckin' all the energy out the air, throwin' trees 'n rock 'n whatever else it could find 'n pick up. Shiloh were shriekin' loudly at that point almost louder then the cyclone. I did my best ta turn the car 'round 'n drive back the way we come from.
Didn't do much good.
The wind were pullin' us back purtty good.
Guess that's why pa tol' us ta never try 'n out run a twister.
Pa, I shoulda listened.
Shiloh, I shoulda listened.
'N jus' like that my sister were ripped from the car, leavin' me all alone. I floored the car, didn't Переместить nowhere. And soon here I were, up in the sky.
Saw it comin' toward me.
Couldn't move.
No time.
No strength.
It only hurt fer a lil' bit--gettin' impaled by a pitch fork I mean. Thought it would hurt more. 'N like that it were over. Got my las' view a the world; Shiloh lyin' on what were left a the gravel road. She were bleedin' a fair amount, but somehow I knew she were gonna be okay. Glad my sister weren't killed by my stupidness.
"Stormy are Ты listening to me?" Icy waved a hand in front of Stormy's face.
"Yeah, totally." Stormy muttered. Frankly Мечты about tornado's was еще exciting than Icy's nagging. She didn't know where this daydream came from--she could swear it wasn't over her own making. But oh well, watching people suffer was fun enough.
Yup, Stormy was a redneck . Any questions?
Hey there! I didn't know where I should write this story, so I'll do it here, 'cause it has probably something to do with fairies. Hope Ты enjoy!
Sometimes I wish I never went to that цветок shop. But Цветы are my passion. I was always the first to know if there was a new store in town. And so I did go. For the flowers. And now I'm here. Without flowers. Without having any idea where here is. Without something that's alive. Only darkness. I feel like I wilt, like my Избранное rose when my mother had put him in the basement. As I think of it, it was that rose. White as snow, but his scent .... It reminded me of darkness. And now I sit here in the dark. No light, no trickle. I wilt. Wither my mind. What happened?
If Ты guys like it, I'll continue. But first I need to finish Faries, Witches, Specialists And Любовь and finish my homework. Lot to do. Maybe see y'all in the Далее chapter, или in another story.
xxx
Sometimes I wish I never went to that цветок shop. But Цветы are my passion. I was always the first to know if there was a new store in town. And so I did go. For the flowers. And now I'm here. Without flowers. Without having any idea where here is. Without something that's alive. Only darkness. I feel like I wilt, like my Избранное rose when my mother had put him in the basement. As I think of it, it was that rose. White as snow, but his scent .... It reminded me of darkness. And now I sit here in the dark. No light, no trickle. I wilt. Wither my mind. What happened?
If Ты guys like it, I'll continue. But first I need to finish Faries, Witches, Specialists And Любовь and finish my homework. Lot to do. Maybe see y'all in the Далее chapter, или in another story.
xxx
hi guyes it florajames here well I have lots of debates here so im going to exsened the compation tto November 22 ok so let me just reminde Ты what Ты have to do
the compation is to wright an adventure flora and helia story and ill pick the winner and the prize is I will copy it and post it to be Опубликовать and I will take pictors of the published story and Ты will receve a copy signed by me and the publisher so enjoy and thanx for helping me with my family problems I realy apecate it thanx Ты so much
the compation is to wright an adventure flora and helia story and ill pick the winner and the prize is I will copy it and post it to be Опубликовать and I will take pictors of the published story and Ты will receve a copy signed by me and the publisher so enjoy and thanx for helping me with my family problems I realy apecate it thanx Ты so much