Part 1: The Storm

You know, I've noticed that whenever I write a dramatic/sad story, the main characters always end up in some kind of stormy, gloomy place. So here's another dramatic vocab paragraph. Part 2 coming soon! (Part 2 won't be a vocab paragraph)

          She gazed across the glassy surface of the small puddle of water. Little rivulets branched off from it and slowly evaporated. A cataclysmic storm had just passed through the valley, wiping out the town. The rain had come in torrents, and the streets had flooded. The river overflowed, bringing an abundance of water to the parched crops. But in addition to blanketing the arid landscape, the water swept away hundreds of people, leaving the city lonely, wet, and deserted. She began walking among the destroyed streets, and she felt empty inside. The deluge had taken everything from her. She wanted to sit down and cry, but she didn't have the energy. More than sad, she was absolutely indignant. How could life be so unfair? It appeared she was the only one left of everyone in their village. How was she to survive without food or companionship? Her life would depreciate until it was of no value at all. The immense gravity of the situation hit her just then, and she collapsed onto the ground, her chest heaving. Her mother, who had always blamed her for everything that went wrong, now seemed like an angel. Her father, who had left her mother two years ago, must be alive somewhere, but she didn't know where. She couldn't believe everything was gone. It had all disappeared so fast. Suddenly, she saw something glint in the distance. She began crawling towards it on all fours, breathing quietly as she came near. She gasped. It was a dagger. She picked it up and ran her fingers over the jeweled hilt. The initials ZW had been etched into the blade. There's not much point to my life, she thought to herself. The truth, like the storm, washed over her, and finally came to light. All at once, she lifted the dagger and drove it through her heart. A bloodcurdling scream split the valley as blood mingled with dirty water. Then everything was still. Absolutely still.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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