Lightning struck through the heavy sky and clouds. Turning their dark blue and gray silhouettes suddenly blushing pink. Revealing their undersides and slicing through the sky. Joining the heavens to the earth in one hot, bright, sudden rush. And the boom of the air recoiling soon after.
it struck in the middle of the night. the rain was cold and came down hard on my head. She was was nowhere to be seen and I rushed around franticly looking for her. my life, my love where is she. I cant live without her.
I was walking on the street I witness lightning striking the tree across the street. I ran to the nearest 7-eleven screaming for help to the clerk. I described what I saw after taking a few breathers. Then I realized, why am I here telling him about this, it’s time for dinner.
over the water. we watched it and we didn’t know if it was the sky, or the lanterns or the fireflies tucked into the leaves, pulsing, glowing, that were more lovely.
Frightened like child when the loud sound hurt my ears and the bright lift lit up the sky as if the world was on fire. Memories of running footsteps and squeals as two little girls long gone off on their on flew threw through my mind almost as fast as the set streak of fire through the air.
She could see flashes of white behind the thick boulders of clouds, like cameras going off in a crowded room. The night air was still and suffocating. The stillness made her wish for rain, for some stir in the air that would awaken her anesthetized senses.
the lightning was very bright, it hit the roof of the car and split into several different parts, each one going a different way. the noise was deafening it hurt my ears i want the lightning to disappear.
Lightning struck me today. I am getting ever closer to my happiness. I know this because I am unhappy. Every time I’ve been unhappy, happiness was soon to follow with work and patience. It’s just this time I needed the help of lightning. A powerful thought from the sky.
and i’ll think of you again
when lightning strikes the soul of the non-believers
i’ll remember the hopeless light
as it reflects off your sullen face
and drips into the palms
of insanity
It was 12pm when the lightening struck. It happened in the blink of an eye. In that moment my entire life changed. Who would of thought the light would expose those dark places i never knew existed. Every day after that was unpredictable.
The lightening covered the sky like fires in the clouds. I’m not gonna’ lie, I was scared at first. Then mom grabbed me around the shoulders and said not to worry. She said that it was only daddy taking pictures of us from up there.
The lightning touched down on the rosebush, and split it to the ground. The air was filled with the scent of them, and the scents of ash and fire. The rosebush never recovered, never grew or bloomed again.
I watched it dance across the sky. So beautiful and terrifying. I couldn’t think of anything but how nice it would be to get caught up in one of those slivers and ride the storms.
Lightning? Yeah, that’s right. It’s the thing that can kill, or make you shrill; hell, it can even make you digest a dill (pickle)! Why yes, it is bright, but do not run away in fright!
It seared. It jolted me, this electric shock that shook me from the zombie-like state to which I was so accustomed. It was one look, a sideways glance really. But there, between us, there was lightning.
It was 12 pm when the lightening struck. It happened in the blink of an eye. In that moment my entire life changed. Who would of thought the light would expose those dark places i never knew existed. Every day after that was unperdictable.
It only strikes once; brilliant and intense, it’s the one thing that can be held in a jar that cannot be touched by bare fingertips. It’s the same sensation that flows through lovers when tender lips meet time and time again. It only strikes once in a lifetime, but strikes true and sure.
he gripped her hand when he saw her twitch in the corner of his eye. she wasn’t a fan of storms and especially didn’t like being caught in one while driving. it made her nervous. as did a lot of things.
it’s the bright light that streaks across the sky as you cuddle up beneath your covers, cowering in fear of the loud sounds that are sure to follow. It’s the echo of the trees that briefly flash before your eyes, like a whisper that is soon forgotten….
Whispers shone through the maw of their lying mouths, their tongues flexing ever so softly so that each lie was nearly flawless, just like lightning. And also with this man here who burned my family in their own home while they were sleeping, with lightning, his tongue’ll loosen. It’ll loosen just fine.
The lightning flashed in the distance, casting sparks in the velvet darkness that had engulfed the world only moments before. It amazed him how quickly darkness could fall on the unsuspecting. He gazed to the sleeping figure on the bed and hoped that the darkness wouldn’t befall her in the same manner.
The lightning light up the room as she huddled in the corner shivering. If someone had seen her they would have thought she was afraid of the storm, this wasn’t quite true. She had long since learned to deal with storms themselves. It was the creature that came with them that terrified her.
lightning strikes, the mic ignites. statisphere statistropic zig zaging to imagination. currently we wait around for storms to pass and light our way, why not create our own.
The ambiance in the room was positively charming. The flickering light of the fireplace danced gracefully, somehow magically off the wood floor. OUtside the weather was dreary, cold, ugly.
I’ll tell you what- let’s you and me go stand in a field in a lightning storm, arms spread wide, and see if we make it through the night. I need danger, and you need a chance to prove yourself. We might as well make it beautiful.
She shivered, cold rain plastering her hair to her face as she darted across streets. It wasn’t safe to be out right now, but she had to get where she was going, and fast. She crossed her arms in a pathetic attempt to warm herself and went even faster.
It struck the ground and burned for miles tearing shapes out of the world like black ink on a piece of paper. The traffic thinned on the heavily crowded roads, partly because everyone was sick and tired of the traffic in the first place and also twenty vehicles had been struck. Everywhere fires sprang up as if in salute to the mighty storm’s terrible majesty. It shook with the sound of drums beating and windows breaking before the storm ultimately ate the world up and then, blackness, then a spark.
the boom was lowered
shrill voices down the hall
no
not again
not now
i am not ready
boom
boom
bodies against walls
lightning
strikes
again
just down the hall
in mama’s bedroom
I want to feel the lightning coursing through my veins, searing my body from the inside out. I want to take a chance and see what it feels like for once. The thunder storm raged outside and all I wanted to do was jump. Switching careers wasn’t so scary.
Lightning struck through the heavy sky and clouds. Turning their dark blue and gray silhouettes suddenly blushing pink. Revealing their undersides and slicing through the sky. Joining the heavens to the earth in one hot, bright, sudden rush. And the boom of the air recoiling soon after.
it struck in the middle of the night. the rain was cold and came down hard on my head. She was was nowhere to be seen and I rushed around franticly looking for her. my life, my love where is she. I cant live without her.
Fierce. Dark. Frightening. Sudden crash into the ground, Bright flashes that intensify each moment.
I was walking on the street I witness lightning striking the tree across the street. I ran to the nearest 7-eleven screaming for help to the clerk. I described what I saw after taking a few breathers. Then I realized, why am I here telling him about this, it’s time for dinner.
over the water. we watched it and we didn’t know if it was the sky, or the lanterns or the fireflies tucked into the leaves, pulsing, glowing, that were more lovely.
Frightened like child when the loud sound hurt my ears and the bright lift lit up the sky as if the world was on fire. Memories of running footsteps and squeals as two little girls long gone off on their on flew threw through my mind almost as fast as the set streak of fire through the air.
Being struck doesn’t matter anymore. But electric is my least favorite elemental type for a pokemon. Maybe you’re not worth changing for.
She could see flashes of white behind the thick boulders of clouds, like cameras going off in a crowded room. The night air was still and suffocating. The stillness made her wish for rain, for some stir in the air that would awaken her anesthetized senses.
Love it.
the lightning was very bright, it hit the roof of the car and split into several different parts, each one going a different way. the noise was deafening it hurt my ears i want the lightning to disappear.
Lightning struck me today. I am getting ever closer to my happiness. I know this because I am unhappy. Every time I’ve been unhappy, happiness was soon to follow with work and patience. It’s just this time I needed the help of lightning. A powerful thought from the sky.
and i’ll think of you again
when lightning strikes the soul of the non-believers
i’ll remember the hopeless light
as it reflects off your sullen face
and drips into the palms
of insanity
It was 12pm when the lightening struck. It happened in the blink of an eye. In that moment my entire life changed. Who would of thought the light would expose those dark places i never knew existed. Every day after that was unpredictable.
what else is there lightning lightning what else is there other than that brightening that people go of sighting there is more to it than that so
The lightening covered the sky like fires in the clouds. I’m not gonna’ lie, I was scared at first. Then mom grabbed me around the shoulders and said not to worry. She said that it was only daddy taking pictures of us from up there.
bolts crashing how does it work in ways more than one in many in all the ways of the world of all of us at least its easy
The lightning touched down on the rosebush, and split it to the ground. The air was filled with the scent of them, and the scents of ash and fire. The rosebush never recovered, never grew or bloomed again.
I watched it dance across the sky. So beautiful and terrifying. I couldn’t think of anything but how nice it would be to get caught up in one of those slivers and ride the storms.
Lightning? Yeah, that’s right. It’s the thing that can kill, or make you shrill; hell, it can even make you digest a dill (pickle)! Why yes, it is bright, but do not run away in fright!
It seared. It jolted me, this electric shock that shook me from the zombie-like state to which I was so accustomed. It was one look, a sideways glance really. But there, between us, there was lightning.
It was 12 pm when the lightening struck. It happened in the blink of an eye. In that moment my entire life changed. Who would of thought the light would expose those dark places i never knew existed. Every day after that was unperdictable.
the sky thunders and lightning strikes. the sky turns bright and the clouds stay dark.
It only strikes once; brilliant and intense, it’s the one thing that can be held in a jar that cannot be touched by bare fingertips. It’s the same sensation that flows through lovers when tender lips meet time and time again. It only strikes once in a lifetime, but strikes true and sure.
“Don’t think, just sleep, and let the lightning consume you. Just relax my love, you won’t feel a thing.”
He donned his feathered mask and set to work, the lightning’s constant companion, thunder, covering up her desperate screams.
he gripped her hand when he saw her twitch in the corner of his eye. she wasn’t a fan of storms and especially didn’t like being caught in one while driving. it made her nervous. as did a lot of things.
it’s the bright light that streaks across the sky as you cuddle up beneath your covers, cowering in fear of the loud sounds that are sure to follow. It’s the echo of the trees that briefly flash before your eyes, like a whisper that is soon forgotten….
Whispers shone through the maw of their lying mouths, their tongues flexing ever so softly so that each lie was nearly flawless, just like lightning. And also with this man here who burned my family in their own home while they were sleeping, with lightning, his tongue’ll loosen. It’ll loosen just fine.
The lightning flashed in the distance, casting sparks in the velvet darkness that had engulfed the world only moments before. It amazed him how quickly darkness could fall on the unsuspecting. He gazed to the sleeping figure on the bed and hoped that the darkness wouldn’t befall her in the same manner.
Lightning danced across those lips,
Her fingertips,
Her oh-so-haunting eyes.
The thunder was that storm-cloud hair
And how loud she seemed to cry.
This is my paragraph about lightning. Lightning once struck on ASU’s campus. It hit a palm tree and they never replaced it.
The lightning light up the room as she huddled in the corner shivering. If someone had seen her they would have thought she was afraid of the storm, this wasn’t quite true. She had long since learned to deal with storms themselves. It was the creature that came with them that terrified her.
lightning strikes, the mic ignites. statisphere statistropic zig zaging to imagination. currently we wait around for storms to pass and light our way, why not create our own.
The ambiance in the room was positively charming. The flickering light of the fireplace danced gracefully, somehow magically off the wood floor. OUtside the weather was dreary, cold, ugly.
I’ll tell you what- let’s you and me go stand in a field in a lightning storm, arms spread wide, and see if we make it through the night. I need danger, and you need a chance to prove yourself. We might as well make it beautiful.
He watched the sky deep in thought. The lightning was the kind you see in movies- the perfect lines shaped like cracks in fine china.
He loved this kind of weather. It helped him work everything out in his head, and he had a lot to figure out right now.
“Wow.” he just stood there, staring at her.
“Yeah, I know. Pretty awesome. They call me…” she made a dramatic pause” LIGHTNING GIRL! OH OH OH YEAH, OH OH LIGHTNING!” Aaron stared in disbelief…
She shivered, cold rain plastering her hair to her face as she darted across streets. It wasn’t safe to be out right now, but she had to get where she was going, and fast. She crossed her arms in a pathetic attempt to warm herself and went even faster.
It struck the ground and burned for miles tearing shapes out of the world like black ink on a piece of paper. The traffic thinned on the heavily crowded roads, partly because everyone was sick and tired of the traffic in the first place and also twenty vehicles had been struck. Everywhere fires sprang up as if in salute to the mighty storm’s terrible majesty. It shook with the sound of drums beating and windows breaking before the storm ultimately ate the world up and then, blackness, then a spark.
the boom was lowered
shrill voices down the hall
no
not again
not now
i am not ready
boom
boom
bodies against walls
lightning
strikes
again
just down the hall
in mama’s bedroom
(note: duplicated after signing up officially)
I want to feel the lightning coursing through my veins, searing my body from the inside out. I want to take a chance and see what it feels like for once. The thunder storm raged outside and all I wanted to do was jump. Switching careers wasn’t so scary.