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Any suggestions to how I could, perfect this opening paragraph? I am stumped for once, and just can't get anything..... Any thoughts?
It was the middle of October, the wind was cold, and chilled to the bone. The sky was grey and angry, a storm was growing. It showed dominance over the entire land. The trees were fruitless and baron. The few remaining leaves fell and scattered randomly and hustled their way through the winds. The ground icy and wet. Yet near a small village named Moorhaven, a group had began to gather this early Sunday morning. The aura that came off them, was like a beam of light, as bright as the sun. They rejoiced and greeted each other warmly. They were preparing for their weekly church service. The small group turned around almost in unison. As another car pulled up. “Morning, preacher!” a voice said from the small crowd. The preacher smiled and shut his car door. Followed by two young choir boys. “Hope you’ve all brought your singing voices today!” He said in a soft humours voice as he walked towards the church with the wind pushing into him. Struggling up the small pathway he placed his key into the door, at this point there was a crack of thunder, and rain began to heavily fall down on them. Rushing the preacher opened the door and encouraged everyone to hurry up and get into the dry. The small group rushed in and took their seats. The priest brushing off the rain walked towards the front of the church followed by the two choirboys and an old lady. The priest stood by a centre stand, the two young boys sat beside an organ and the old lady sat down at the organ. “Let’s start with a song shall we?” The old woman, began to release harsh and dulling notes from within the organ, The people stood and started to sing from their song books. Halfway through this calm and pleasant song, an almighty flash and cracking sound came from the skies. Lightning had struck just outside the church door. The force and sheer power of the lightning bolt thrust the large church door open. Smashing back against a small donations stand, it sent the loose change, bowl and stand flying. Rebounding off the wall it creaked off it’s top hinge. The organ and singing stopped, shocked faces were everywhere. Silence, swarmed over the church, for a moment all that could be heard was a few coins rolling under pews and spinning to the end of their journey.The people within all stood in awe and terror and stared at the doorway. The skies had become darker, the morning now could easily be mistaken for night. Lightning and thunder took over, occasionally a flash of sheet lightning lit the outside of the church up and made the street visible.
It was the middle of October, the wind was cold, and chilled to the bone. The sky was grey and angry, a storm was growing. It showed dominance over the entire land. The trees were fruitless and baron. The few remaining leaves fell and scattered randomly and hustled their way through the winds. The ground icy and wet. Yet near a small village named Moorhaven, a group had began to gather this early Sunday morning. The aura that came off them, was like a beam of light, as bright as the sun. They rejoiced and greeted each other warmly. They were preparing for their weekly church service. The small group turned around almost in unison. As another car pulled up. “Morning, preacher!” a voice said from the small crowd. The preacher smiled and shut his car door. Followed by two young choir boys. “Hope you’ve all brought your singing voices today!” He said in a soft humours voice as he walked towards the church with the wind pushing into him. Struggling up the small pathway he placed his key into the door, at this point there was a crack of thunder, and rain began to heavily fall down on them. Rushing the preacher opened the door and encouraged everyone to hurry up and get into the dry. The small group rushed in and took their seats. The priest brushing off the rain walked towards the front of the church followed by the two choirboys and an old lady. The priest stood by a centre stand, the two young boys sat beside an organ and the old lady sat down at the organ. “Let’s start with a song shall we?” The old woman, began to release harsh and dulling notes from within the organ, The people stood and started to sing from their song books. Halfway through this calm and pleasant song, an almighty flash and cracking sound came from the skies. Lightning had struck just outside the church door. The force and sheer power of the lightning bolt thrust the large church door open. Smashing back against a small donations stand, it sent the loose change, bowl and stand flying. Rebounding off the wall it creaked off it’s top hinge. The organ and singing stopped, shocked faces were everywhere. Silence, swarmed over the church, for a moment all that could be heard was a few coins rolling under pews and spinning to the end of their journey.The people within all stood in awe and terror and stared at the doorway. The skies had become darker, the morning now could easily be mistaken for night. Lightning and thunder took over, occasionally a flash of sheet lightning lit the outside of the church up and made the street visible.