Crescent Jane Poe It Was a Dark and Stormy Day Thunder clouds rolled in ominously as the contest deadline neared. Oh, how am I ever going to get my story done in time? she worried. Lightning streaked across the sky as thunder boomed in the distance. Jane pecked at the keyboard furiously, hoping that the muse would suddenly bless her with a good entry. With the horrible power service in her area, she knew it was only a matter of time before the electricity went out and her story would nothing more than lost bits, never to see the light of print in the Rendie magazine. She looked at the contest image one last time, and it all came together. She frantically cleared her page and began her masterpiece. She knew she had tough competition, but this would be worthy competitor to all their stories. Her fingers raced against the keyboard until she finally put the last touch: The End. Her hand flew to the mouse to click the all-important File: Save. Crack She decided to light a candle and curse the darkness.