Blog Chain: A Dark And Stormy Night... Sort Of

Yep. I'm at it again this week, folks. Another blog chain post!

This time, the super fab Christine asks us to join her in a writing prompt:

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 choice.

The topic: A dark and stormy night.

For this post, I've chosen an excerpt from my YA paranormal romance (which is now shelved, but I still heart it! I've been thinking about changing the genre and premise, but keeping the characters. *ponders*). It's a brief (barely edited) scene, and it ends in a cliffhanger-ish moment, so I apologize in advance!

Le excerpt:  

The gravestones glimmered as raindrops polished the marble. My hands throbbed from climbing over the cemetery gates, which were locked due to the late midnight hour.

Midnight…

One day ended while another begun.

Shuddering, I walked deeper into the graveyard, a shower of rain engulfing me in the cruelest degree of cold. If I didn’t hurry, chances were I’d have to swim through a swamp.

I found the spot where Vincent summoned Morgana, convincing myself to look away from the headstones and up at the sky. All I could see were small white dots on a black velvet mantel--it seemed like every star in the universe had come to witness this.

Guessed they were all subscribed to Gossip Girl: The Galaxy Edition.

Focus, I told myself, just focus.

Closing my eyes, I beckoned my body to relax underneath the downpour.

Which didn’t work. I shivered from the cold and the wave of nerves crashing over me.

Focus.

I pushed back Vincent’s face. I erased the memories of my family, of the sun-kissed island I used to call home, of the friends I’d made and lost.

Balthazar’s instructions rang loud and clear: just Call to her wherever Vincent summons her. And then, you wait.

“Morgana,” I said as loudly as my voice would allow, “vindicatum meus animus!"

Silence.

“Morgana!” I yelled, eyes pressed shut. “I'll do it, okay? Come down here and take it already!”

The sky rumbled, a symphony of doom above me.

My nostrils detected a strong scent overpowering that of the damp earth.

Smoke.

Ashes.

Fire…

Opening my eyes, I searched for the pale horse among the clouds.

The flaming pet galloped to the ground, magically untouched by the rain falling around it.

Morgana rode on top of him, onyx hair whipping in the wind.

Showtime…

That's it! Hope it's not too sucktastic. :)

Go check out Abby's post from yesterday, and make sure to head over to Sandra's blog for her post tomorrow! 

Now tell me: any dark and stormy nights in your WIP?