The storm
(this is my very first time writing so it may be bad, please have patients with me. I will attempt to write a new chapter everyday, bare with me.)
The wind scratches against the window. Dogs barking in the distance. A mother is rocking her baby back to sleep trying desperately to calm her down. The girl squabbles, and screams. Throwing her arms around in fear. The mother tries again even more desperately to get little Aurora to go back to sleep, sobbing uncontrollably from exhaustion. The storm rages on outside, not subsiding till the sun begins to rise over the horizon.
Aurora gasps, shooting out of her bed, clutching her chest as she mutters over and over again "it's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare, it can't hurt you". It has been 23 years since that storm, the one that claimed her mother, Aurora has blamed herself everyday, since she found out the truth of her mothers passing.
Friday 16 July 2026.
