Thunderstorm (Draft 0)

Written 58-B02 [2026-08-19], Edited 58-B02 [2026-08-19]

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The members of “Blood and Ink” sat in the room they booked at the third floor of the library. They all arrived five minutes before the scheduled starting time, which was no problem for the library due to the decline of reading in this so-called post-literate society.

“Last week’s word was Thunderstorm,” said the administrator of the group, known only as ‘Green’. “So, who did the SWIT?”

SWIT, as all the Blood and Ink members knew, was short for ‘Someone Who I Terminated’ - because ‘target’ sounded so lame at their age.

“I’ll go first,” said a balding man, known as ‘Blue’. “This work is titled 6735074.”

The sound of the pistol was deafening,
But nonetheless muffled by the thunderstorm in the clouds above.
If a tree falls in a forest does it make a sound?
If a body falls in the ocean, does it make a splash?

“Excellent,” said Green. “Have a cookie.”

Blue picked up a cookie. It was neither chocolate chip nor shortbread. Rather it was a fortune cookie - which he promptly cracked open. The paper within simply had a series of numbers. After memorizing the sequence, Blue ate both the cookie and the paper.

Notes

This was written in 15 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.