I found this story just today, it's from around three years ago (The time when I first started writing for fun instead of for school). This was the first thing I ever wrote like ever, so thank 13 year old me for the below par writing. It has been completely untouched for the last three years. Enjoy!
The Rain
The rain fell softly at first, but gained strength as the night grew near. The sun, continuing its daily tradition, began to plunge below the the distant offing, drowning in a vile sea of profound orange light. The bleeding clouds above found no rest, flooding my ears with the whispering of cold rain. This, in turn, gifted me with a similar, sleepless fate. I began to study the plain features of my bedroom ceiling, wondering why the clouds wept as they did. Then, as if sensing my uneasiness, the whispering of the rain turned to howling sobs. Ripping apart the tangled mess within my mind.
I continued to distract myself, trying desperately to know why the sky above me melted with such heat and intensity. Still I found no relief in the answer that presented itself through the roaring outside my window.
The rumbling of thunder grew closer, apparently making up for lost time. My vision blurred, lightning cracked, and shapes began to twist and dance before me, flowing to the melody of the rain. It was then that my eyes closed, finding a dreamless sleep that would carry me to morning.
The rain had ceased with the rising of the sun, and it all seemed to be nothing more than a bad dream. Groggily, and without the slightest amount of haste, I came to. Sensing the change of scenery, although subtle, made me jump up from the rough carpet that sloppily lined my bedroom floor. I knew something was wrong… Something much more sinister had happened in the night, something stranger and more malicious than just a nightmare. The intense ringing in my ears peaked as I stood, then, with addition of movement, the noise began to tail off into silence.
That was it! Silence. Complete and utter silence. I walked over to the cracked window beside me, and peered through the distorted glass that separated me from the emptiness I saw. Beyond the thin,transparent layer before me stood nothing but desert. What desert it was, I knew not, but with this overwhelming change came an odd inkling familiarity. The notion tugged at my fragile mind until I could no longer doubt its existence. I was always alone, I was always here… alone. I had known this deep silence long before the rain began to fall. I was created alone, and would die alone… Here in the endless deserts that surrounded my home.
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