Title: The Dark Side of Life
I am glad to have finally written something or anything after some time has passed. Let me know what you think of the story!
One time, I can't remember when (possibly last winter?), I stayed overnight with some good old friends in the forest to the north. Even though it was frigid cold that night, the day afterward the temperature outside soared to seventy degrees. Stranger still, a thunderous windstorm tore through the trees overhead, all day long. There was an inch of sloppy, crunchy snow covering the ground. Despite the warmth, it did not melt but instead clung and iced up. It put out a sickly, orange hue under the thick overcast, which was yet another element that eerily did not concur with the whole picture. I drank vodka straight from the jar and we watched as several limbs cracked and a few trees even fell over from such adverse winds.
The following night, I laid in bed late in an insomniac stupor. The aluminum siding snapped and popped inscesantly as if it was about to splinter at any minute. I remember a few people call this an "electrical storm." I flipped on the weather channel in a feeble attempt to track that hot blonde who does forecasts on there from time to time. At such a late hour, though, I got the automated report with time-lapse radar. I watched as a few meager clouds skidded across the region. Then, to my vague dismay, a cloud appeared spontaneously as a huge, though perfect circle in the ocean off the coast of southern Jersey. The weather channel then cut the loop only a split second later. I was left scrutinizing mostly those meager clouds skidding across, catching a peek of the behemoth circle once every ten seconds or so.
I sat for fifteen minutes at least, studying this oddity, figuring out what it could possibly be. It seemed roughly like the shape of a gigantic umbrella. There was a tiny eye directly at the center and the cloud thinned considerably around the edge of the circle, so it could have been the shape of a yo-yo lying on its side. As I continued to observe I even gauged the diameter, about seventy miles. I felt progressively more and more dumbfounded while this monster just sort of popped in and out of my sight at flash intervals. Was someone at the weather channel trying to reveal some kind of secret? --- or was I just doing my delirium tremens over a simple error transmitted out of some weather balloon?
By now that image is burned in my memory. Most people would say they do not remember that day. I think I would like to keep it that way.
All events, images, and claims contained in the preceding story are merely figments of a fanciful imagination.