It was a Dark and Stormy. . .
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It was a dark and stormy night. Now I realize that this is the most ridiculed and overused opening line in literary history. But here's the challenge to accurately relay my story, I have to tell you, it was a dark and stormy night. This fact was extremely relevant because that night was a microcosm of the way my life had been recently dark and stormy, ominous thunder rolled through a little normally quiet valley like a freight train headed to Haiti's. I remembered. My mother used to tell me, Don't be afraid, Bill. That thunder is just angels in heaven. Bowling. Well, the Angels were having a tournament that night, and every angel in heaven must have bowled a 300. It was only fitting that with each burst of thunder, there was a simultaneous lightning strike. The infamous day say that when thunder and lightning happened at the same time, it means you're right in the middle of this storm, just like my life right in the middle of a storm. The rain drops that night were bigger than I had ever seen, and they seem to be blowing sideways. The storm just never seem to let up the howling winds were strong enough to make the windows rattle, and sometimes the entire house seemed to groan. I groaned with it. I felt like I was trapped in a B movie, and that any minute some Transylvanian bloodsucker would crash through the window. The yuri glow of the candlelight seemed to shadow box, with the reflections of the tree limbs outside, bending and bowing to the mercy of the storm. Conflict Light versus Dark My life story.