Summary Of Braving Storms By Shemaya Neupane
Braving Storms by Shemaya Neupane
It was a dark and stormy night. Hardly anything was seen, well one thing was seen. A little girl no older than 12 was braving the storm all by herself.
She had long red hair and pale skin the color of paper. She was about 5’1. She had a white button up shirt and black skirt above her knees and black tap shoes. Her name is Blossom Sigamore and she is the first person to ever brave storms.
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‘’ The heavens must be crying tonight. Ah I love the rain and the lightning. I wonder if I should brave the next storm. The rain hitting against your skin in a cold fury as the lightning flashes your face and half frames light is grand. Next week
storms will be hailing.’’ As she pondered over the next storm the storm got worse. It got louder and louder and the rain came down as fast as hail stones, chipping at pebbles turning them to dust. The wind got stronger and started pushing things back, including her.
‘’ Hmm, this storm is getting stronger. I love it!’’ She ran from the deselect town to the middle of the field. Even as the lightning shook and crazed around her she stood in the field with a smile on her face. ‘’ The next storm should be in 5 days. They said it’s going to be hailing next with a ninety percent chance tornado.’’ The storm finally stopped and she waited back at the town for the next storm. For the rest of the week she spent outdoors against the storms. Sometimes she got bloody other times scratched. But to her this meant the world. The adrenalin she got from standing in the middle of death fueled her exciment. The hailing, tornados, rain, all of it finally killed her in 3012, right on her 40th birthday. She wasn’t married, no kids, no nothing. The storms were her life.
Some say as a legend after she died the storms got worse and every 40 years a ghost appears. They say it’s always in the middle of the field. Braving the storm.
It was a dark and stormy night. Hardly anything was seen, well one thing was seen. A little girl no older than 12 was braving the storm all by herself.
She had long red hair and pale skin the color of paper. She was about 5’1. She had a white button up shirt and black skirt above her knees and black tap shoes. Her name is Blossom Sigamore and she is the first person to ever brave storms.
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‘’ The heavens must be crying tonight. Ah I love the rain and the lightning. I wonder if I should brave the next storm. The rain hitting against your skin in a cold fury as the lightning flashes your face and half frames light is grand. Next week
storms will be hailing.’’ As she pondered over the next storm the storm got worse. It got louder and louder and the rain came down as fast as hail stones, chipping at pebbles turning them to dust. The wind got stronger and started pushing things back, including her.
‘’ Hmm, this storm is getting stronger. I love it!’’ She ran from the deselect town to the middle of the field. Even as the lightning shook and crazed around her she stood in the field with a smile on her face. ‘’ The next storm should be in 5 days. They said it’s going to be hailing next with a ninety percent chance tornado.’’ The storm finally stopped and she waited back at the town for the next storm. For the rest of the week she spent outdoors against the storms. Sometimes she got bloody other times scratched. But to her this meant the world. The adrenalin she got from standing in the middle of death fueled her exciment. The hailing, tornados, rain, all of it finally killed her in 3012, right on her 40th birthday. She wasn’t married, no kids, no nothing. The storms were her life.
Some say as a legend after she died the storms got worse and every 40 years a ghost appears. They say it’s always in the middle of the field. Braving the storm.