This is the first paragraph to a story my class are doing (Not all of us doing 1 story
The rain poured down, the trees swayed in the thunderous winds and lightning speared the rooftops just miles away. A lethargic van skidded on the slippery asphalt.
“Slow down, Miles!” The obvious concern in his voice rang clear as a bell, even though he was in the back, his small frame wedged against several, tubes. He tried not to look at them.
“Ok, ok. It’s a good thing no one comes out in weather like this; we’re going slow as it is.” Miles said, somehow he kept calm, in the front seat, moving his body awkwardly, hardly fitting into the seat.
“It’s bad as it is, without this blasted weather! It’s the setting to a Frankenstein sequel!” He shouted his frustration loader then the storm.
“Keep it quiet back there,” came a slow paced voice, the full moon shaded his position, but his voice fitted his ratty features perfectly. It showed no emotions, neither body nor voice, not by hiding them but by its rigid indifference. “Check those tubes are cool, don’t let them leak.” His precision with words slotted the letters one by one into their heads, each and every capital letter was heard clearly. They didn’t hear the words; they read them.
“What, are the bodies for?” Came Eric’s voice from the back, the quiet rattle of the tubes momentarily drowned out.
“Classified,” he replied coldly, he was prepared for these questions.
Its a horror story.