Here is a short part from one of my stories: The sky had darkened immensely. It was chock-full of near-black clouds, spewing rain from their maws. “Christ,” Richard muttered, looking up to the sky through the windows. Gargantuan puddles of water were already forming on the open ground below. Stephen sprang out of his chair, ripping the radio headset off. He hurried to the ladder and opened the trapdoor, climbing through. He turned on the beacon, which, admittedly, was a good idea. It looked like the dead of night now, and Jared could see giant waves forming in the distance. Any ship captain caught out in the storm must have been terrified. The men, terrified at the prospect of a lightning strike upon the lighthouse, ran down the stairs as another booming thunder crack sounded overhead. Light filled the lighthouse, and they sprang out the door with Jared last out. They ran to the cabin, running inside just in time before a giant wave crashed into the east side of the island. “Goddam WEATHER!” Yelled a drenched Garret. He looked out the window angrily, then back at the others. “Who the hell was last out?” Jared looked out the window and saw that the lighthouse door was flapping in the wind wildly. It looked like it would be ripped off its hinges. The rain pummelled down upon it, and all that rain was washing into the lighthouse. “I asked a QUESTION!” Garret yelled and immediately turned to Jared. “You did it. You left it open.” Jared stepped back and let out a small “Yeah.” “Do you see how much it’s raining? HUH? The lighthouse’ll flood!” He rubbed his face, and suddenly Jared found himself hating Garret, who made Jared’s life miserable and would always continue to do so, Garret, who would be with Jared and the others for a long, long time. Yes, Jared hated him. Garret shoved Jared, sending him stumbling into a wall. Richard and Stephen looked up immediately at the sound of Jared’s body hitting the wall. “Go close the door, you idiot!” Garret yelled. Jared nodded quickly and stole out into the rain, cursing silently, then louder once the door closed, then yelling out into the island. He slammed the lighthouse door shut and stood at the edge of the island, looking into the wild waves that crashed against the rocks. He looked into the whirling sky and screamed, the sound echoing and reverberating and getting swallowed up by the wind. He stormed (haha, stormed, haha, ‘cause it’s raining, geddit?) back to the hut, ripped off his drenched clothes, and immediately went to bed. (God help me, keep me sane) Tonight, he dreamed about drowning.
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