I know the ending to this story from last night’s thunderstorms. But how would you end it? Have fun creating your imaginary ending to my story. Continue without adding passive verbs and show, don’t tell. Post your work in the comments.
The line of thunderstorms approached from the north, moving rapidly. Ominous clouds loomed over the horizon as the wind shifted, bringing with it the strength of a giant. I stood to look out, watching the temps fall five degrees in under five minutes.
“Storm’s a comin’,” I whisper to my 33-foot RV.
I crossed eight feet, prepared to close the door and keep out the coming deluge. The wind, a harsh gentleman, slammed the door closed before I reached it.