ArtistGreyGhost

        I pull my hood up over my head. I have been hearing weird sounds coming from the dead end of the road. I slowly and furtively make my way closer to it. I stay low, my black cloak flowing around me like the smoke of a phantom. I come around the sharp turn. Everything looks dead. The trees stand tall, thirsty, cold, and so lifeless. The rocks make the feeling of lonesome worse as they roll under my shoe. I take the next turn. The smell of cinnamon and flowers flood my nose. A faint glow peaks from behind a tree; a tall tree that seems to be the only one alive. Its leaves are different shades of green, orange, yellow, and gold. I shak

Spirit Lightning-1 Rain hit my black fur. The ferns buckle to the ground. Lightning strikes from the ground to cloud and from cloud to cloud. Where is my pack. The only thing I remember is I was playing with the other pups when my mother told me to run. I didn't run far, but the pack also ran away down to the river. I look around me and up to the dark sky. Lightning strikes like the fangs of a viper. The thunder growls like the omega that watched me in the night. I watch the show, wishing a viper will sank its fangs into my paw. A bolt of lightning strikes a bush 18 paw steps from me. The thunder shakes me onto the ground. Something nudges