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.
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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.
“Mari!”
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.
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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!
Stephanie Ingram 
The storm sets the mood for what is about to happen, I suspect.
Very suspenseful! I wonder if she just stepped into a worse predicament.
Wow, what a tense scene! I wonder what’s happening/about to happen?
This is super tense! Love it!
Wow, a lot of ominous things in one short snippet! Can’t wait for more…
Love the storm and the sense of foreboding that comes along with it.
Awesome use of the senses, Stephanie. I guess the storm must be bad if Mari wants to be in with Jacob, rather than out with Juniper.
What everyone else said, but I’m especially concerned about Jacob’s trustworthiness and why his house reeks of death. Good, tense writing, Stephanie, and welcome back!
Wow, this is very spooky. Why is she running from Juniper into a house that smells like death? Such an intriguing snippet! 🙂
Tense scene. Interested to see what happens. BTY, love your website header 🙂
Ooh, fabulous! Very tense – perhaps an out of the frying pan, into the fire situation?
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.
No need for apologies. That’s a really good observation. Thanks so much for pointing it out to me so I can fix it. 😊
Really tense. Can the girl predict the future, or is someone really dead? Good either way.
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.
Good point. Thanks, Caitlin!
You certainly captured my attention! What the heck is going on here? Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel warm and fuzzy.
Omigosh, the stench of death from the house is downright frigtening. Great snippet.