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I was abruptly roused from my slumber by a thunderous boom. I held my breath. Was it curiosity or fear? Counting to five, I pondered, was this thunder? Was this the wrath of nature? I had seen no signs of impending storms in the forecast. What was the source of this disturbance? It wasn’t the weather. It was something else—something louder and a lot more chaotic. The sound reverberated through the walls, shaking the very foundation of my house.I squinted, searching for my clock. It was ten p.m. The next boom made the litt...
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The electricity was thick in the humid air. Another severe storm warning was in effect—the third in less than two months. Who would have known it was supposed to be summer and the sun was supposed to be out? The wind and rain were getting old fast, but something about this storm seemed a little different, and this time, it caught my attention. The forecasters called it the big one and made wild predictions about power outages, extreme flooding, and hurricane-force winds. I rolled my eyes at the little white letter...
The road, especially on the other side, can be solitary. My name is Jake, and I find myself at the tail end of a long and winding music career. I'm a guitarist renowned for my blues and soulful melodies. I may not be the best singer, but I'm the one who infuses our music with its soul through songwriting. Yet, despite the music and the fame, I often walk a lonely road. We were sent to a studio, a place that felt strangely familiar. We had never been there before, yet every corner reminded us of our creative struggles. To say I'm tired w...
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