I looked outside the window of the airplane. The rain was hammering down. This storm was alive, I could feel it. I could hear it’s voice, saying my name, over and over again. “Alice, I’m coming for you,” it whispered. Nobody on the plane heard this but me. The plane landed and the voice whispered louder in the cab. Finally, I made it home. I was fixing a snack in my kitchen when I looked up after hearing the crash of lightning. “Time to die, Alice” the voice screamed. With that lightning crashed through my kitchen window and killed me.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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