<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530</id><updated>2011-12-22T03:23:09.591-08:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='wet'/><category term='new world'/><category term='This World'/><category term='heavy drops'/><category term='lightning strikes'/><title type='text'>When Lightning Struck</title><subtitle type='html'>This fictional story is still a work in progress.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-2728949603804361436</id><published>2009-05-14T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T02:17:09.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy drops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning strikes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wet'/><title type='text'>This World</title><content type='html'>Thunder sounds as lightning strikes all around him.  Soaking wet it rains upon him with heavy drops describing his future. Fully understanding it's power and enabling him to possibly advance. Yet he was a bit constricted, A whole new world specifically designed to inhabit beings with the same power. He was there though he was not necessarily ready for all this to happen.  It was beyond this world called Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-2728949603804361436?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2728949603804361436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=2728949603804361436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2728949603804361436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2728949603804361436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-world.html' title='This World'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-776867382428241380</id><published>2008-10-07T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:46:17.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are not what they seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though he looked more evil with dark circles beneath his eyes.  Mike felt the same?  He knew he might be getting worse by the day. Yet he continued on, looking down pacing thinking of what has happened, he was actually still good .  "Or Is he?"  He still did wonder sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He was not so sure anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He knew that he could somehow bring lava to his hands through the earth, although...  He rarely ever would do this unless of course it was needed somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he makes it out alive.  He thought?&lt;br /&gt;To interfere might change the prophecy or possibly, change the fate of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must continue to wait..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands started glowing(ready to draw up lava with his bare hands), that meant someone could challenge him and they were was very close.  That made Mike very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;And its not a good thing, to make Mike nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-go.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-776867382428241380?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/776867382428241380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=776867382428241380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/776867382428241380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/776867382428241380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-he-looked-more-evil-with.html' title='Chapter 6'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-6490635552630953249</id><published>2008-09-18T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T04:50:22.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy started packing a backpack with things he would need from his room.  He didn't know where he was going but he knew he could not stay there.  He was thinking that if she could find him, then who else knew how to find him.  Lets see, he thought?  Stop at the bank, go...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly his house shook like there was an earthquake!  But earthquakes didn't happen in his home town Columbus, Ohio?&lt;br /&gt;Again his house trembled things falling off shelves and tables, all the windows shattered and burst inward, sending glass everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy ran to the window to see an older gentleman, about 65 years old sending vibrations towards his house with his arms locked.  His hair was long past his shoulders and in a terrible mess knotted and crazy looking.&lt;br /&gt;He had to duck when the old man saw him upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;The old guy busted up all around the window Jeremy was looking out of.&lt;br /&gt;He's a pretty good shot! He thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy ran down the stairs and out his back door with his backpack.  When he looked to his right there he was!  The old man was ready to fight.   Jeremy sent an electric shock towards the older guy, to at least knock him down or possibly stun him.  The old man whisked away his electricity to the side of him into the ground easily and looked slowly up at Jeremy.   Appearing to be even more angry than before.&lt;br /&gt;His  clothes were dirty and fringed.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing black dress pants,  rolled up sleeves, worn out white color shirt and a black tie.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy ran for the backyard fence hopping it, trying to get away.  While the ground shook and things were exploding and being blown into fragments all around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-he-looked-more-evil-with.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/afterwards-jeremy-led-her-inside.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-6490635552630953249?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/6490635552630953249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=6490635552630953249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/6490635552630953249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/6490635552630953249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-go.html' title='Chapter 5'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-2289852237665664872</id><published>2008-09-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:00:38.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he lowered her to the ground she scowled at him and ran off, before he could say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Shrugging his shoulders he went back in his house realizing what he should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-go.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-left-knowing-things-were-different.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Previous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The begining of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-2289852237665664872?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2289852237665664872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=2289852237665664872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2289852237665664872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2289852237665664872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/afterwards-jeremy-led-her-inside.html' title='Chapter 4'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-1141933724032434201</id><published>2008-08-04T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:46:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Something he knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left knowing things were different.  He was instantly attacked as soon as he left his house!&lt;br /&gt;When he left the front door of his house, he heard a noise above him?&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and the girl was sitting in the tree, in front of his house about 20 feet up?  How she got there was beyond him.&lt;br /&gt;She started sending ice down, in a showering effect with her arms twirling about.&lt;br /&gt;But He realized what was happening instinctively got one knee with his arms raised upward, and he  melted all the ice.   Into water that rained upon him,  heavy buckets of water hit him.  This ,Incapacitating him, for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;He was confused but saw the woman fly down to attack again.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he ducked that attempt?&lt;br /&gt;She can fly?   Is all he could think while trying to get away.&lt;br /&gt;She stopped in mid air to produce a huge ice burg directed right at him.  Then released with all her fury!&lt;br /&gt;He rolled in a somersault and used his electric current to subdue her, and then carried her down with the current coming out of his arms and body.&lt;br /&gt;While she complained the whole way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/09/afterwards-jeremy-led-her-inside.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-jeremy-awoke-he-saw-electric.html"&gt;Previous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html"&gt;To the begining&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-1141933724032434201?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/1141933724032434201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=1141933724032434201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/1141933724032434201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/1141933724032434201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-left-knowing-things-were-different.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-2171749270539911808</id><published>2008-07-03T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:44:57.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jeremy awoke he saw electric currents pulsating throughout his body.  Lifting his arms the electricity connected to other parts of his body.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all of the electric current was gone in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;How long was he out?  He didn't know, because his clock was broken from the lightning.&lt;br /&gt;He got up cautiously thinking his back would hurt, but he felt fine?&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably feel it in the morning he thought.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy couldn't believe what just happened!  The blood in his body was still felt very irregular.  I should have been killed he thought...&lt;br /&gt;Since his clock was broke he would have to use his cell phone to wake up for work.  Luckily his cell phone was down stairs.  Because everything in his room that was electrical, was not working at all.&lt;br /&gt;So he went downstairs through the hallway and into the kitchen. Stopped for a second and there it was on the counter.  Walking toward it, he reached and somehow shot a volt out of his hand and exploded the phone into bit's.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy stood there astonished.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at all the pieces blown apart, there was a dark burn mark where he went right through the phone and into the counter.  Still showing embers it smoked and then went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-left-knowing-things-were-different.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Begining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-2171749270539911808?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/2171749270539911808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=2171749270539911808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2171749270539911808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/2171749270539911808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-jeremy-awoke-he-saw-electric.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689379650964412530.post-3570044178631004284</id><published>2008-07-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:43:50.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sleepless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lying awake Jeremy could not sleep.  The storm outside was getting closer, depicting by the sounds of thunder.   While the lightning lit up the sky to the west of him.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy was 30 years old and still worked hard as a construction worker.  It was hard work but Jeremy liked the fact that it was almost as if he was playing on a jungle gym when he worked. Walking along beams like it was a tight rope.  Often hanging from them acting like a monkey till his boss would catch him threatening that if he didn't stop he would be fired.  Of course he would laugh at that notion, knowing his boss would probably never fire him.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy turned over frustrated.  He didn't want to be late again for work even if his boss wouldn't fire him, he still wanted his pay check to be at it's fullest.&lt;br /&gt;The storm was suddenly on top of him, over his bedroom through the second story window turning back over he could see the lightning fill the sky all around.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy got up to lite a cigarette and then leaned on the frame of his window, watching the storm with the lights off.&lt;br /&gt;He remembered being scared of storms as a kid, hiding under tables.  But growing out of it he was now fascinated by storms.  Except for when of course  it kept him up at night, like this particular night.&lt;br /&gt;Then he noticed something odd?  A circle of what seemed to be heat lightning gathered more and more, getting closer and closer to him.  Finally slowing down almost directly over his house.  Jeremy strained looking upward.  The immense array of lightning circled over him, he put out his cigarette and stood on his bed near the window to see better.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with rage, it grew larger getting brighter in the center spitting out bits of lightning bolts. Then it gathered up and struck Jeremy through the window in the chest, shattering the glass and throwing him across the room and into the door.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy lay there motionless on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-jeremy-awoke-he-saw-electric.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689379650964412530-3570044178631004284?l=whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/feeds/3570044178631004284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689379650964412530&amp;postID=3570044178631004284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/3570044178631004284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689379650964412530/posts/default/3570044178631004284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenlightningstruck.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepless.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Paulix Clos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/107800733658434050191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-c_ElzD_iBI8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJZw/D8Alny7W6BE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
