Creative Writing-It's 9: 38 On A Friday Night

The drive home was difficult; his vision swam and his muscles felt stiff and achy. Too bright city lights glared at him, pierced his eyes. His head throbbed, beat, beat, beat, in rhythm with his racing heart. Nausea rocked in his stomach and every noise seemed amplified. Why were these damn people driving so slowly? He needed to get home; he was already late as it was, and his father wouldn't be pleased. Leaving the glowing city behind him, Aiden found slight relief in the peaceful country roads and sharp peppermint smelling pines that surrounded his home, if you could call it that.

He was in shocked by who he just shot. He scurried backwards from the body he pant very quietly. But decide to then quickly move up at the street. He tried to think of a way out alive. It was obvious that going to wherever the sounds of wars was wouldn’t be a good idea. Suddenly he came to the realization of an idea. He stood up and move in the opposite side of the road, quickly and quietly he moved in the shadows of buildings like he was his own shadow. Daybreak was forming he decide to ran as quickly as he could outside the city, passed all the dangers lurking and escaped never to be seen

Night is an autobiographical novella written by Elie Wiesel a young jewish boy who tells of his experiences during the Holocaust. Elie is from the small town of Sighet, Transylvania. This book begins in late 1941 and chronicles Elie's life through the end of the war in 1945.He had two older sisters, Hilda and Beatrice Wiesel and a younger sister, Tzipora Wiesel. Elie spoke many languages including Hungarian, Romanian, German and he grew up

In reading, Night by Elie Wiesel and A Man's Search For Meaning by , many stories of the torturous life in the concentration camps during the second world war. In each book, the reader gets a different point of view from each book because in Night, you get to read about a teenager's view and in the book, A Man's Search For Meaning, you get to read about a middle aged man's view. In the book, Night, Elie, his family and his community go through a system of indoctrination which in each step it makes you seem less and less of a human. The first step is that the Hungarian police made all the Jewish people wear yellow stars, so they could be picked out easily. The next step is that all the Jewish people had to get rid of all their valuable

Saturday night in Muncie there was definitely only one place to be. It was a little hole in the wall bar named Valhalla. This bar is amazing. It's small but has a wicked light and sound system that puts bigger clubs to shame. And the place was definitely filled up with others like myself trying to get a taste of the Hoosier Heavy that is the Muncie metal scene.

It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.

In this paper, I will be talking about an average night’s rest cycle and how an absence of rest can affect one’s capacity to learn and that individual’s wellbeing. Rest assumes a crucial part healthy and prosperity. Lack of sleep is connected to diminish physical wellbeing, psychological well-being, and scholastic execution.

It was a typical day in the Tatafu household, with my sister and I participating in a match of our amateur version of basketball, my mother passionately gardening and the rest of the house basically lounging around. I remember distinctly that the day was the 2nd of February, also known as the aggravating first day of school. For odd some reason, I had sensed an unsettling feeling that blended in with our borderline ‘couldn’t-be-bothered’ behavior as we foregathered in for dinner. The silence that usually accompanied our dinners had transitioned into a newfound awkward hush, and I knew immediately that something just wasn’t right. I had heard the gossip slipping through the occasional conversations within the disorderly family meetings, however I just assumed they were rumours. They had to be. “She lost the baby.” I introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the day my world disintegrated.

(Gets out of bed, sits on bed) *deep sigh* Thoughts. Thoughts have been flying sharply through my head like an arrow. Thoughts have made me insomniac ever since I fled Scotland. I am living a restless nightmare. With my beloved father murdered, what am I to do? Indeed, he had educated me with the agendas to become a great king. But I am still in my youth, an adolescent who is not yet suitable to rule a great kingdom! I’m not ready…….. Will I ever be ready?

Shawn wasn't surprised by the quick and rude answer to a question he didn't ask yet. He knew it was Gus' way of greeting his best friend, and therefore Shawn did not take it to heart.

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

The blaring of my headlights, shadows littered the ground. The light cut through them, disturbing the darkness. The sun had set a while ago, but still I was wandering. My eyes had grown tired, but still I was searching. Clouds, sinister and heavy, were layered above the earth, hiding away the moon and, with it, the stars' light. For a few hours now, I had been driving around. Somewhere along the way, I strayed from my path. Many circles I seem to have made, and I am still stuck on this abandoned dirt road. By now, I should have arrived at my uncle's home. I should have finished greeting all of my family. I should be sitting down with them, drinking and laughing, having a pleasant night. Right now, I realize that I have just passed the same

1. As it is quite obvious in the story, the narrator does not think that these men and women deserve to die. This is abundant when in the very last line of the story the narrator states, “when will it be light?”

“Get her” they yelled. The girl kept running through the mountains. She ran fast dodging trees and rocks with them on her tail. She tripped over a rock and landed in a stream. The boys stood over her, panting. “Get up” he said but, she just sat there, looking scared out of her mind. “I said get up!” one of the boys yelled. The girl stood up, getting ready to run again. “Now come here, Kaley” hs said, acting much calmer now. “Now!” He said. Kaley was taking no chances so she started to run again. “Shit!” he yelled, running after her. It wasn’t long until he caught her again. “Where are you going?” he said. His friends ran up and grabbed her arms. Kaley couldn’t run anymore. She waited for the beating that was sure to come. “Dad’s right, you

This night calls to me for something is amiss in the air. I felt the subtle shift upon my rising and now I ready myself to seek it out. Going to my weapons room selecting what I will need for the night, the wariness in me grows. It feels as if there is something in the night seeking… but for what or for whom…this is unclear. Adorning my weapons I make my way to the entrance, scanning the area as I go. Getting ready to emerge into the night I suddenly feel it… the evil whispering on the wind, the sudden sense of wrongness all around.