My English class was given the task of writing a short story about a journey in 500-800 words. I decided to write about one as well and shared it with them. Hope you like it:
The Storm – by Jocelyn James 6/4/15
Rain…pouring, streaking, rolling down out of the heavens. It
wasn’t the soft drizzle, the “pitter-patter” of little drops that had a cadence
that was soothing and almost comforting.
It was a relentless onslaught – hard, driving, piercing and seemed to
mirror what was happening in her soul.
Her world had been a tumultuous storm of emotions in the
past few days, so much so that Laura had chosen to get away. Here she was in what were normally peaceful
surroundings, feeling like she was being torn in two.
The clouds had looked ominous for most of the day, piling
up, rolling in. The light grey sky had
become menacing, gotten darker and darker with each passing hour until finally,
the pressure that had been building for so long, screamed for release. The
thunder had been deafening, looming closer and closer. The lightning had streaked the sky in a way
that caused shivers to go down her spine.
She’d buried her head, tried to hide from the worst of its
effects and yet this storm continued to invade her being. Laura knew she was “at one” with the elements
and the sooner she embraced it, the sooner she too would be able to pass
through this violent, tempestuous turmoil in her life.
The windows rattled, shaking her out of her reverie. She shivered. The wild, driving force that
had turned her emotions inside out had a name – Jude. He was like a whirlwind and he had been
hers.
Had he? Had he ever been?
It wasn’t just his looks or his popularity. At his core, he
had a magnetism that attracted everyone he met. He made her feel special; he
made everyone feel special. He prayed, he laughed, he studied and he cared. He
even told her he cared. He was everything to her and then he was nothing.
She wanted to scream, to rail, to hit, to bruise but all she
did was weep… and hurt. The storm was
still gathering strength, buffeting her from all sides. How could she think she was safe, here in the
woods?
She thought she was safe with him… she dreamed of a future
together. He had even shared his vision and made it seem like she was a part of
that.
A door suddenly slammed in the background. She jumped as the
windows shook violently one last time.
The fury of the storm was spent but it still raged on in her soul. The rain eased to a hard but constant
rhythm. She could see a small snatch of
blue sky in the distance but darkness still covered her heart and her soul.
How had it all gone wrong? How could he say she was too
clingy and jealous… that she didn’t really trust him? How could he judge her like that? Didn’t he know he was her world?
Her world…she looked out the window as the sun kissed the
rain drenched leaves of trees and they started to sparkle. The drizzle had become light and that soft,
comforting sound tinkled on her roof.
Her world… he wasn’t meant to be her world. God was meant to be her world and he just a
significant part of it.
Oh, God, that was the problem… she had made him like God and
she hadn’t even realised it until it was too late.
