Pitter Patter: Vignette

We caught every downpour on our way to Québec.
Thunder rumbled overhead where dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed, the greyness seeping into our Honda Civic through the windshield washed with rain. Watery needles pummeled our car’s metal shell with deep reverberations so strong they reached my toes. It was nature’s drum beat, our background music. The radio, muffled as it was, tried to receive both French and English-speaking stations until it picked up pure static and died, leaving my only reprieve the droplets happily racing across my window.

Types of Writing Styles/ A new site icon

I was struggling to decide what type of writing I should tackle on Friday, so I surfed the net for some ideas. I came across a couple links that listed different types of writing, which I thought were handy to have.

At the Edge: Flash fic

Prompt by Sora: You’re looking out the window when on a car drive. You could be the passenger or the driver or someone in the back. Why are you there and what do you see on this drive?

Welcome!

L: Testing, testing, one-two-three. Hello?

S: Testing~ And it works!

L: Yay! Hello, Sora. How’s the world in the past?

S: Hiya L! Not much, it’s actually pretty sunny for once. How’s the future?

L: It’s pretty gloomy! No rain, but lots of clouds.

S: That sounds pretty nice, clouds are always pleasant to view on a typical day. They remind me how life seems to just passes by with no hurry but then when clouds all gather up a rainstorm or something equally huge occurs. (sees reader) Oh! Looks like we have a guest~