<h2>Yeah, its ripped off the yale board but who cares.</h2>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window.</p>
<p>She suddenly heard a board creak</p>
<p>which threw her out of her trancelike gaze.</p>
<p>Suddenly,there was a hailstorm</p>
<p>Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond.</p>
<p>(I love this...it's turning into one of those $ 0.10 mystery novels.)</p>
<p>EDIT: Sorry, akash...didn't know you'd responded.</p>
<p>Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides.</p>
<p>(sidenote: I LOVE THIS!)</p>
<p>Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden</p>
<h2>People, can we please copy this whole thing before adding the sentences, for better readability. And akash - wtf :p</h2>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized how annoying it was growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it.</p>
<p>She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America.</p>
<p>(sidenote....NOT A PART OF THE STORY: this is hilarious...everything turns political with us, no? We should include an assassination attempt/plot instigated by dear protagonist.)</p>
<p>Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>
<p>[what on earth did I just write :confused:]</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy. </p>
<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy. </p>
<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy. </p>
<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy. </p>
<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan. For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her.</p>
<p>Sally sat in her room looking out the window. She suddenly heard a board creak, which threw her out of her trancelike gaze. Suddenly, there was a hailstorm. Thunder rolled outside, but Sally stared at her door---it slowly swung back on its hinges, revealing the dark hallway beyond. Shadows brushed by her at every turn, churning the humid summer air at her sides. Sally couldn't believe the sight - a perfect day transformed into a nightmarish hailstorm right before her eyes. Was she still dreaming?</p>
<p>The walls of the 14th century hallway were covered in portraits of Osama Bin laden. She once again realized that it was hard growing up in a family politically divided...</p>
<p>For years, Sally had endured the mindless debates over the next presidential candidate; now she had had enough of it. She hated both the Ukranian candidates- seeming as there are no 14th century hallways in America. She had decided - this was the moment of truth - that she'd kill them and save her Land of Grace from their tyranny. Stimulated by the wild weather, she once again mentally retraced her steps for killing pres. Yanukovych... yes, once inside the palace everything would be easy.</p>
<p>Her friend Burian would keep watch outside the cast-iron doors as she moved through the upper corridors in search of her quarry. Though of suspect motivations, he was--and had been--Sally's closest friend and confidant. Little did Sally know that Burian wanted more than to be an accessory to her criminal plan.</p>
<p>For years he had been admiring her, following her, sketching her as she sketched the world around her. When she was hurt, he would feel the pain; when she laughed, he'd feel the happiness.</p>