Setting 31 - 'the stormy night'

From @dbijal

At night, storm in my mind began. It was a matter of life and death.
As doctor, they were strangers to me yet both equally close. Choice was difficult but had to be made. One is living but not alive. Other is alive just needs to live.
At dawn break, with sunrise the storm within me had subsided. Life is valued by all and thus with help of angel, both lived.

From @ Samiksha Adukia:

The city seemed to be suddenly attacked
The boulevard was filled with fallen leaves
The hawker had taken refuge under the roof of the corner shop
The high-way was blinking with the red-lights of car; windows were pulled up
The sky was dark and starless, only ablazed by the lightning streaks
Last touches to the broken fence on the side-ways. Done.Teacher, “We will send your entry for the ‘Art Attack 2012’ contest. Good work.”

From @crazyandhow:

Moonless dark night, it poured heavily. The trees swayed, some bent down enough to crack open from spine. Bellowing wind and howls. The dim light at the corner of the street flickered in unsure hope to come back to life every few seconds. The wooden structures, those old houses along the pavement rattled to tell the story of what was to come. The only paper boat sailed lovingly once sank in the deluging waters.