Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – The Storm

stormy night

It’s been a long time! Finally, I am back to participating in the Weekend Writing Warriors where many awesome authors come together to share 8 to 10 sentences of a current work-in-progress, or recently published story. I’ve missed being a part of this and plan to make it a regular habit in the coming weeks. 🙂

Today’s selection comes from my WIP paranormal romance currently titled Love Spell. Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments because I love to read them and it helps me make decisions on the course of the story.


The rain poured down harder, filling their ears with its fury and soaking them almost instantly. Somehow, with persistence, Mari slipped from Juniper’s grasp and began running toward Sarah’s house.


She didn’t stop until she was at the door, pounding on it with all her strength. As Sarah’s father, Jacob, opened the door the smell of death poured out around her so foul that she covered her mouth, struggling to catch her breath.

“What are you doing out in the storm, Child? You’re soaked.”

Jacob ushered her inside. Mari glanced over her shoulder to see Juniper standing alongside a tree in a flash of lightning, her wet hair plastered against her face. Chills racked Mari’s body with a desperate sense of foreboding.


Look for more next week! In the meantime, head over to http://www.wewriwa.com to sample stories from the other participating authors.

Thanks for stopping by!

18 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday – The Storm

  1. Author Jessica E. Subject says:

    Wow, this is very spooky. Why is she running from Juniper into a house that smells like death? Such an intriguing snippet! 🙂

  2. Ed Hoornaert says:

    Good description of the storm. Since this is a WIP, I’ll mention (with apologies) that you may want to rethink the phrase about filling her ears with fury, because in context it came across as her ears were filled with water.

  3. Caitlin Stern says:

    That sounds like a bad situation there! Love the rain, we’ve been getting downpour where I live. You might want to rearrange the “Mari glanced over her shoulder” sentence to make it clear which “her” has hair across her face.

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