Morning light, the natural alarm clock that tended to slap people into the reality that the safety of sleep was gone and the hell of morning had arrived. This morning felt like all the others, bright and way too early for Naomi to deal with. She tried to roll back over and go back into the safety of her dreams, but the light of the day was tugging at her eyelids to the point where she had to submit and open them. Looking around her humble room, nothing seemed out of place until she had fully woken up. The only thing out of place in the room was her, this wasn’t her bedroom but, she didn’t know what her room should look like. She knew that something was wrong and for the life of her she could not figure out what was wrong. She quickly looked around and was thankful to find a mirror that would allow her to fully look herself over while she racked her brain, which was still waking up for the day, for information about what happened the night prior. In the mirror she focused on her face, it was definitely her face with it’s dimple on the cheek and the bags under her eyes. Her eyes were still the familiar shade of brown that, in the light, looked like gold and other metallic hues had made their way into her irises. Turning her head from side to side she checked that she still had her two ears and felt her hair slide over her shoulders with each flip, the muted gold locks floated effortlessly around her shoulders as she grew more confused. She wasn’t restrained and she
“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.
Quinn’s eyes lit up as she awoke next morning. She shyly blinked and scanned the room. Exactly the same as when she drifted off to sleep. She hummed a song she heard on the radio as she slid into skinny jeans and a white blouse. Quinn pulled a hairband off her wrist and twisted her blond hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. She plopped down on her bed tucking her skinny legs up against her chest. Her eyes shifted and slowly turned a grayish color. “Quinn,” said her older brother knocking on her closed
As Katie walked down the street to Bella's house, her only friend, she could barely walk without twitching from excitement. She had been accepted to Harvard. For all of her high school life she had worked her tail off with the hopes of getting in. For all her high school life she had skipped hang outs and parties to study. At that moment for Katie it felt like the world's weight had finally been lifted off her shoulders.
Pausing as he started to get in his car, Officer Anderson noticed a sign in the yard, HOME OF ANDREW AND MARGARET BARNES. Glancing at it, he said, “Wait a minute. Is your husband the pharmacist at the drug store in town, I think they called it Howards Drugs.”
“Good morning, baby,” Mama nudged me, as I layed and squinted at my blinds from my warm, baby blue sheets.
The smell of antiseptic filled my nostril as I gripped my coffee tightly. Swinging my bag over my shoulders, I watched as the other nurses and doctors walked into rooms checking on patients. The sound of familiar beeping rang through the air, as I strolled past the front desk into the hospital break room. I opened the doors and heard the voice of my coworker.
Flashlight. Check. Golf ball bag. Check. Phone. Check. Emergency kit. Check. Snacks. Check. Avalon went to make a mental list of everything she'd need for that night's adventure. She knew that tonight would be no different from all the other nights, but she still re-checked everything. It was a side-effect of having anxiety; Avalon always felt like she was missing or forgetting something.
In an alleyway riddled with trash laid a man barely conscious of the world. Beneath his back, seeping all around him was his life. Reaching his bloody fingers up to trace the edges of a nonexistent face. " Serenity," he rasped. "Serenity," he rasped again.
The sky had been darkened by thick gray clouds. The brown wooden fences that bordered colorful houses all seemed as if their color had faded away. Small drops of water slipped gracefully off of the delicate leaves to the ground. The whole scene had a certain elegance to it, however mysterious the thin veil of fog made the familiar setting appear.
I quickly unpacked the few things I had and laid them on the bed. I walked around the room, seeing if there was anything special about it. There wasn't much, but it was enough. The bottom trim was lined with cheap gold. The bathroom door was covered in hand-painted lilies. I walked over and admired the intricate designs. I opened the door and walked in. It was just a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink. It was all there. Simple. Their entire house was. My house was a mess of old paintings and stains on the wall, reminding me of my childhood. On the back of my old room door was two hand prints. Exal and me. I realized I was staring into the simplicity and snapped back. Just as I was heading back into reality the door creaked open. "Hey." I looked over my shoulder expecting Exal. Her mom was standing there instead. "Um, hi." I knew she could hear the slight disappointment in my voice. " Listen, I know it's hard now, but it'll be okay eventually." I didn't know how to respond. "That's what you say, but it doesn't feel like it at all." I whispered it through hard breathing. It seemed as if we had an understanding, so we stood in silence for a few moments. "If you need to talk, about anything, let me know." Her words were soothing and I nodded as she left.
.Zane looks at me and says, “Hey Alex, let’s go do something different.”i look back at him ‘’ok like what’’ zane said ‘’I don't know what do you think we should do’’ I look at him with a puzzled look and say ‘’maybe we could go get some friends’’ he looked at me then we looked at each other then he said ‘’sounds fine to me’’ we called some people we knew like, Dan and Jeremiah.
She quickly jumped out of the X-Wing and headed for her room instantly. Even though the mission was successful, everything still ended horribly wrong. Too many of the Rebellion fighters had lost their lives, more than there should have been. It was meant to be a quick mission but it had ended becoming a never ending battle that lasted for hours.
It was a cold darkening night when Fredrich began walking down the street of Warsaw, late at night when the city was as dead as a graveyard not a gunshot or cannon could’ve woken the dead, he was planning an escape on how to leave to America. He walked through North Avenue plotting every detail of his plan. Fredrich came across someone he did not recognize at all he thought to himself, “Who was this strange and dark figure,” because fredrich could not see his face, but only the shadow that dwelled there, had this menaced and restless feeling. The dark figure walked along the street. Fredrich decided to follow him regardless of the warnings inside him, but Fredrich’s curiosity got the best of him not knowing if this dark faceless man was dangerous. He followed the figure for about 30 minutes and it just disappeared into the night.
I did it, I finally killed him. Sarah thought to herself, with a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her body.
It has now been a year since Lilly’s and Williams wedding and for William it had been the best year of his life. Every day he loved Lilly more and more, and it seemed as if now that Damien was gone, they would be able to live out their happily ever after. As the rain taped agents the palace window, and the birds sang sweet songs of joy, William awoke knowing today was going to be a wonderful day. It was his birthday and Lilly always got him the best gifts. He couldn’t wait to open whatever she had gotten him this year. He looked over and noticed that Lilly was still asleep, so he quietly tip toed over to the closet where she had been hiding his gift, “all I need is one peak,” he Said to himself as he grabbed the neatly wrapped box from the top of the dresser, but before he could even remove the bow he felt a tap on his shoulder.