It's blog chain time again already! This round started just yesterday with Christine.
Since
we are all writers, I thought it was about time for us to stretch our
creative muscles and do a little writing. So, take the following topic
and go crazy! Show us what you've got. Your story can be as long or as
short as you choose.
The topic: A dark and stormy night.
This is a possible scene from my currently on the back burner WIP, Descent. I say possible because most of it is still in my head and the plot is unclear at this point. I know it's rough. I just whipped it out this afternoon, so I apologize in advance if it's awful. I can never be objective about something I've just written.
*****
I winced as
a branch slid off Ethan and snapped me in the face. Again.
“Almost
there,” he said for the thousandth time. Apparently, he only thought he knew where we were going. “Sorry
it’s taking so long, Brynn. I’ve never hiked it in the dark.”
Another
apology. He should change his name to
Repeat. I took a deep breath. My crappy situation wasn’t his fault.
Unfortunately for him, he just happened to be in the line of fire. And he was
being way too nice about it.
“It’s okay,”
I said, forcing a tight smile. “You’re sure Luke’s there? Because if he’s not…”
Out of money and things to sell, this was my last chance. If Luke wasn’t there,
I couldn’t afford to get home. Not that there was any reason to go back
without him.
“He’s there.”
Ethan put his arm around my shoulders—like he’d known me more than four hours—and
gave me a half-hug. “Maybe seeing you will help him remember something.”
“Maybe.” I slipped
out from under his arm and trudged ahead. If Luke really had memory loss, that
would explain why he never came home, but it still stung that he could forget
me so easily.
“So…” Ethan
said, stumbling behind me. Good thing we didn’t need to be quiet. “Are you like
Luke?”
“What do you
mean, like Luke?”
“Uh, you
know…”
I did know,
but I didn’t want to talk about with him.
He cleared
his throat. “Can you fly?”
“No.” We all
had unique abilities, but that was none of Ethan’s business. If Luke wanted to
tell random strangers he could fly, that was his choice.
The path
ended abruptly, opening into a clearing in front of a small, wooden building. It
was completely dark except for one narrow window illuminated by a dim,
flickering light. I peered through the glass, my whole body trembling, and
there he was, staring into the fire.
Luke was
alive. A weight I hadn’t noticed slipped from my shoulders.
“You wanna…?”
Ethan stopped behind me as a cute brunette walked into the room. “What’s Daisy
doing here?”
Daisy? She wrapped her arms around Luke’s
waist. He didn’t hesitate before he returned the embrace and kissed her on
the forehead.
I barely
noticed the biting wind that picked up, swirling around Ethan and me. A distant
thought told me this was something I should be concerned about, but all I could
see was Luke with that girl. He glanced up at the ceiling as freezing rain began
to drum the metal roof. It quickly turned into a downpour, drenching me in
seconds.
Ethan tugged
on my arm, saying something about going inside, but I didn’t really hear him. I
just stared, unable to move, as Luke pulled Daisy closer. How could he forget me so completely? Thunder rumbled in the
distance. She slipped her hands into his dark hair and pulled his lips to hers.
Lightning
struck a tree to my right. Then the tiny porch. That got their attention. And
mine.
“Crap,” I
mumbled.
“What the
hell?” Ethan backed away from me, pointing at the tiny arcs of electricity
crackling over my fingers. “You are
like him.”
*****
Thanks for reading!
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