Writing Prompt

'No human should have to get up this early,' Marcus muttered under his breath. Not that muttering made any difference, the sand whipping around his heels made the same amount of noise as a hurricane. Except this was a hurricane made entirely of sharp grains of sand that cut into his skin.

Marcus swallowed, his mouth impossibly dry. He'd better find shelter soon, before the sand cut him to ribbon...

“Jordan!” Aura cried out, pulling hard on the reins of her borrowed horse. “Where are you?”

As though it were reacting to her distress, the storm began to worsen. She lifted a hand to her face in a futile attempt to shield herself from the strong winds, wishing she had even the faintest idea how her stupid powers worked. Ivy — at least that was what Aura thought the horse’s name was — didn’t seem...

Rain pelted down in the dark. Thunder cracked in the distance, like the same deep boom of a commander’s voice, the accompanying flashes of lightning like hellish harbingers warning of the oncoming army. The full force of the storm alone was enough to frighten the soldiers, the rain so hard and fast it was as if they were being shot at with needles, the humidity of the night creating an eerie mist ...

Blinding beams of moonlight shone down from the heavens encapsulating the intense downpour forced towards the road my car was traversing through as if to open a tunnel to the harsh depths of hell itself.

Onwards I travelled at a steady pace through a desolate land uninhabited apart from the various flies surely hiding in the darkness however my speed was too great to witness their solitude.

A s...

From my window I saw it all.

We were all huddled together as the freezing cold rain lashed at the window. The sky was pitch black and you could barely see 5 feet in front of you. Mama, Daddy, Ellie, Thomas and me, Janie. Thomas was wailing and Mama was calming him. Ellie was staring, pudgy little fingers pressed up against the glass, watching the rain splatter. I was just looking around. The laun...

Nevis steadied his hand on the wheel, the road slippery; it forced him to slow down.

“Fuck this is bad,” he mumbled to himself, lighting a cigarette with one hand and filling the car up with a puff of smoke.

The rain pounded against the car, a full on airborne assault.

“I’d hate to be stuck outside in this,” mumbling again to himself.

The radio wouldn’t work, no surprise there. Even with the ...

A mysterious figure hitches a ride during an intense storm. His face in the glare of the headlight sent shivers down my spine. His body shielded by a mess of fabric consisting of a hood and sleeves draped down to the ground. The light was so low it was impossible to tell where he ended and the road began. Riders on the storm started playing in my head “there’s a killer on the road” he stood with s...

The radio plays in the background, going in and out of static interruption. The storm seems to be getting stronger. Natasha has been driving all night. It might be a good time to pull off somewhere, but where, she thinks. Taking the scenic route doesn’t always have its advantages. This time being one of them. And to think she would’ve already made it to her destination if she would’ve just f...

The storm rolled in a few hours back, it was the middle of the day, the clouds were dark and heavy with rain it looked closer to midnight. I was stuck coming back from a weekend conference, and looking forward to home, the storm had other ideas. My headlights on high, windshield wipers full blast, and I couldn't see a thing. I thought about pulling over and waiting it out, but how long would that ...

I feel my home tremble from the ferocity of the storm. The wind may blow my walls down if it really wanted to. I suppose that’s what I get for living in someone’s shed. Do you think I could ask my neighbors to stay in their house until the wind dies down? They are kind folk. I’ll run over to them right now and see what they tell me. Let me just get my essentials; keys, wallet, phone, yup. All good...