Screw walking in the rain with slippers. Almost fell like 5340598029384 times. Only applies to people who don't shuffle their feet though.
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The gale blew on, rustling the leaves of the endlessly tall palm trees. Over the horizon, the faint echo of thunder rumbled; the sky darkened as ominous clouds hovered by. Flashes of lightning streaked across the dark sky. The scent of freshly cut grass dispersed. All about, she heard only the rustling of leaves and the tingly breeze reverberating against her eardrums.
Slipping her already cold and pale feet into the pair of worn out shoes, she tied up the laces nimbly and grabbed her purse. Her cold and clammy hand frantically wandered around in the purse for the key she had found. Footsteps shuffling along the corridor, she realised that she had freed herself of that prison that kept her longing for a way out. Yet, all she felt within her was the accelerated heartbeat and that sour feeling of being afraid. She searched her mind for any hint of exhilaration, but to no avail. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, she made her way down the stairs. Each footstep she took with caution, and her heart pounded against her chest. Every tiny sound - even that of a rat scuttling by - caught her attention and caused her heart to skip a beat.
Reaching the ground floor, she scoped around as if she was being preyed upon. Quietly, she stepped onto the sidewalk. Umbrella in one hand and her only possesion - her purse - in the other, she started on her journey to freedom. Wind blowing against the umbrella, she struggled to keep it from being wrenched out of her numb hands. Tiny drops of rain fell onto her thighs and she shivered.
She let her mind wander as she walked, thinking about the past; times when she was treated well and experienced love. Love, what a foreign word. Her mind filled with the remnants of such memories, and drops of warm salty tears streamed down from her tired eyes. Clouded by the obscure thoughts, she unknowingly stepped onto the street where cars whizzed by at lightning pace.
A split second later, she felt the wind rush out of her chest, and the breath of life slipping out of her dry lips. That feeling of emptiness vanished. All she felt was warmth. Her vision grew hazy. Moments later, everything turned black. She was existent no longer. No worries, no nothing...
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Was walking to tuition when this piece of writing popped up in my mind. Ohwell, I was bored anyway.
8:00 PM