It was a dark and stormy night…

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Happy Halloween! It’s time for a spooky creative writing exercise! Write nonstop for fifteen minutes, beginning with “It was a dark and stormy night…” Don’t worry about grammar or spelling. Just write for fifteen minutes and have fun. That’s what it’s all about. Below is what I did in fifteen minutes.

Don’t let this picture deceive you. It’s just wishful thinking. I will start with the famous beginning to a story: It was a dark and stormy night.

It was a dark and stormy night when, all of a sudden, I heard a terrible thump. It sounded as if some rotten, evil bad guy had just dropped off his murder victim on my driveway, almost as if he were some guy in a truck making a delivery. Yuck. That’s not the kind of delivery that I was hoping for.

Anyway, I decided to try to be brave and go outside and investigate the terrible, terrifying noise. I went to the driveway and, fortunately, there was no murder victim and there was no noise of a car screeching away into the darkness. There was, however, a very large cat. Huge, in fact. The cat looked as if it had been the product of a mating between an ordinary house cat and a great big giant and fierce lion. I opened up my mouth to scream but the cat jumped on me.


I was beyond scared at this point. I was also crushed by this enormous animal. My Halloween costume was flattened. I was, of course, a very cute kitty cat. The cat then licked me on the face and meowed with a pitiful voice. I wondered why the huge, enormous cat was kissing me and meowing with a little voice.

Then the cat stood up and, all of a sudden, the cat was a handsome man, instead of a cat. His ill-fitting costume fell off, revealing a guy who fit the movie star image of Tall, Dark, and Handsome. I’d like to say that I fell madly in love with the former giant cat but, no, I can’t say that.


Just as I was getting ready to fall in love with this man, he opened his mouth, and I saw the truth about him. He had long fangs and he was ready to bite me. Then I saw his real costume, which, apparently, wasn’t a costume. He was wearing a cape and everything was black. Well, except for the blood that seemed to stain his shirt and his fangs. Oh no. I didn’t want to be the minion to this terrifying vampire, even if he was the most handsome vampire that I had ever seen.

But then, he started singing with the most incredible bass voice that I’d ever heard. I discovered that, once again, I had fallen deeply and helplessly in love. What would my mother say when she found out that I had eloped with a vampire? She would not be pleased. She would say that this was not a match made in heaven.


Speaking about heaven, the vampire started singing in that rich, deep bass voice about the marvels of living in the most beautiful place in the world. Transylvania. I have never been in Transylvania. Well. I’ve been in Pennsylvania. Does that count? No. I didn’t think so. Time to go to Transylvania and marry the delectable vampire. 


Unfortunately, he was looking at me with desire because his real goal was to take a huge chomp out of my delicate and precious neck and suck up my most magnificent blood. Honestly, I’d rather keep my blood inside of me. So I ran away from that mesmerizing and musical vampire.


I ran and I ran and I ran. I was terrified that the vampire would follow me, jump on me, and sink his teeth into my neck. The moon vanished and the stars vanished and I could see nothing more. I was trapped in a world of darkness. How could that be? Where was the light? Did I actually exist if there was no light? I think that I exist; therefore, I exist. I tried to walk but I didn’t know where I was. I heard another terrifying noise behind me. It was… I don’t know. I couldn’t see. I could only hear. And the only thing that I could hear were terrifying noises, the kind of noises that would wake the dead…


Wake the dead. Uh oh. All of a sudden, I realized that I was in a cemetery and there were ghosts emerging from the graves. Hundreds of ghosts. They looked horrific but they were a feast to the eyes. They were beautifully horrific. They all picked up musical instruments and began to play and they had become a ghostly orchestra. Were they a ghostly or a ghastly orchestra? Why did I have the feeling that they were trying to turn me into a Zombie? A Zombie??? No!!! I do not want to be a Zombie.

I do not want to be a Vampire.

I don’t want to be any of the scary undead that seek the ruin of living humans everywhere.

But, alas, that is what I became.

Zombie or vampire. take your pick.

Hahahaha.I am coming. Watch your necks! Happy Halloween!Or is it happy?
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5 thoughts on “It was a dark and stormy night…”

  1. Unknown

    I love this exercise. I was a dark and stormy night when I heard a sound. What could it be, I searched and searched only to find a small pebble on the floor. Where could it have come from? How did it get there? The only up and moving around was … wait for it…. the dog… with the look on the face like>>> Did I Wake You Up?

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  3. Amy Bovaird

    Hi Alice,
    Very clever and creative! I was giving dibs you'd make it out unscathed!
    Thanks for a great few moments of Halloween!
    Amy

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  4. Alice Gerard

    Thank you, Amy! I'm always happy to entertain, I said as I sit here dressed in a bee costume waiting for the kids to come (we had only 18 trick or treaters, lol).

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