The storm

My 20 minute blog writing was a quick and short narrative about a young girl and her nightmare. Enjoy my quick little story :) 

The storm 

As the heavy storm got worse the quivering girl curled up tighter in her bed. The lightning and thunder were all banging and rolling constantly filling her ears with loud clashes and bangs like an unpleasant marching band. The old oak tree hung low over her window giving away a silhouette of what seemed to be… a monster! It was knocking loudly on the window. She shivered in fear, being only 7 years old and terrified of a storm seemed silly but to her it was a living nightmare. Then the monster growled and slowly snuck into her room. The young girl had her eyes closed shut and held her blankets very firm in her hands and over her face. The growl grew closer and closer. She waited for the monster to grab her but when she pulled the blanket down to reveal the monster it was her imagination. Trying to take advantage of her dreams. As her eyes opened the day was new and the horrible storm was only a dream. The birds chirped and flew happily in the crisp morning air. She awoke with a smile. “Uhh it was only a dream”