The Carib Indians called me Huracn, Mayans knew me as Huraka. Whatever name you choose; just know I am to be feared. When I blow into town, exhibiting my full fury, the sturdiest tree will bend and snap, roofs will be torn from their anchors, and waters will rise to engulf the land that normally holds them at bay.
Whether I rush by in a matter of hours or linger for several days, the result of my passing will last for months, possibly years. Yes, it is good to be Huracn, the God of Evil.
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Mark Gagnon
I have spent most of my life traveling the US and abroad. Now it's time to create what I hope are interesting fictional stories.
I have 2 books on Amazon, Mitigating Circumstances and Short Stories for Open Minds.
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Mark, this was a great read. It feels like the prologue to a fable or some kind of biblical themed story! I quite enjoyed it!