A Story’s Start 

Staring into the fireplace, he knew that today would be a different day. He didn’t know how or why yet, but he just had a feeling. And the feeling reminded him of storm clouds coming over the horizon. He could feel the electricity coursing through his veins, pulsing, heated. Most importantly of all, he just had a feeling. And that feeling was enough to propel him out of obscurity and into the light of a brilliantly stupid idea.