Writing Prompt

Clouds roil over the horizon, sweeping in with alarming speed. Suddenly, I notice the darkness - all the daylight seemed to have fled the oncoming storm as well. The air is tense, charged; the whole world seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break over us.

Small droplets begin to tumble to the earth, teasing what was coming. Within minutes, the clouds had opened in earnest, t...

The soft tap, tap, taps of the trees against my house now slammed with full force on the wood over and over again. The leaves flew in the air, spinning and dancing as if possessed. Over the howl of the wind, I heard soft plops landing on my roof. The plops turned from calming to aggressive, drowning the house in a splurge of rain. I slammed the windows shut as a blast of icy air found its way in. ...

the air gets darker. i can feel the atmosphere get thick with moisture, my neck gets sweaty and it feels like i’m breathing water. clouds roll in, thick grey poofs, with occasional flashes of blue-white light. a distant rumble shakes the earth, like a giant waking up. i can smell it - a fresh, clean, natural scent, and it feels crisp. at the same time, it’s thick and heavy and clammy.

the rain b...

People are working at fever pitch, rushing around to get things done. Everything’s stuffy and clammy, damp, and everyone’s mood is down. The streets are full of running business men and women, restraunts, cafes and takeaways empty, pubs overflowing.

And then comes the calm.

Everyone’s rushed indoors, even the pub doors are shut and barred, all the homeless from the streets are cradled in a shelt...

The morning of the day she died, my grandmother and I sat out on the porch of the homestead together. Her frail hands shook as she brought her tea to her mouth, her wrinkled lips pursed as she bent down to drink. Her tongue searched for the straw. I just watched her struggle, knowing she couldn’t see me watching her anyway. I could just imagine the things she’d say if I tried to help. _“Fuck off,”...

Thunder struck as I rode on my old bike. Each corner was an obstacle. Muddy puddles met me at each corner. A musty aroma filled my nostrils. The cold harsh wind blew my curly hair onto my freckled face.

Crash!

Thunder struck as I reached my front door. The rain pelted as I locked the door. My old rain boots left a trail of water as I leaped towards the couch. My heart skipped a beat when I saw t...

The flowers perk up

My skin rises into bumps

And it feels heavy...

She stepped out the rackety front porch door, where she had a clear view of the rolling paines she called home. A rush of cool air met her, followed by the still, humid air that sat on the prairie this time of year. The few cattle in view huddled together near the wind break. Preparing for Spring to bring her wrath. She could feel the condensation on her bare arms, a chill shuddered down her spine...

The air feels different. It's as though the atmosphere was coated with dust and pollen. The wooden walls creak under the force of the wind picking up. The sun had been hidden all morning, but it was becoming too dark; a blue hue clouded over the neighborhood with a menacing whisper. Outside the grass began to shiver rather than dance. The doorframe whistled as the wind began to beat against it. Th...

A tree stands alone on a hill, lit by weak sunlight, swaying in a gentle breeze. Its leaves flutter, glittering as they flip asynchronously from light side to dark and back again. A flock of birds shuffles along the upper branches, rustling both feathers and leaves in an uneasy dance before rising suddenly as one, fleeing the ostensibly peaceful scene. Nearby, a fox lifts his head and flares his n...