In the Midst of Chaos

Hurricanes spin around me and rip up all the life from this town. A million fractured pieces of the life intertwines with each other. I have always enjoyed the creativity that comes with chaos. Reaching out a hand I choose each piece I want to move together, slowly making a new masterpiece from scrap metal. Stained glass, copper, and antique doors are all pieces of what I chose. Slowly, a house forms. A house being formed in a hurricane. The wind doesn’t move me, and I give it no fear. Reaching above I choose the final piece, a glowing green emerald to put above the door frame. My hair twirls all over until the stone is placed, and then the winds cease. The hurricane disappears. Everyone slowly comes out of hiding, and enters into the mansion I made in the midst of chaos.

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