Logophobia

What if lightning was sentient?

Can you imagine? First the awkward birth, neural tendrils springing from midair. There are no elders, no mentors, no parents. Just you and the sky. You start down, slowly at first. After all, you've only been alive for a mere fraction of a second. The feeling of freedom is like a hot rush of air as you begin your long journey towards the ground. But why think about that? You've still got your whole life ahead of you! And so you'd weave and you'd dodge, your heart leaping as you fly across the black night sky, spreading your light, your heat, your life. Look! A steeple!

What better place to land?

Sad, a tragic death.

He should have known better . . .