Desidérios: A Narrative Fiction

“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.

Lyndsey runs out of the building into the dark stormy night. She races to the park across the street as the rain cascades down like a 100-foot waterfall. The lighting strikes the ground all over in sync with the loud claps of thunder rearing its ugly voice. With blood pouring down her face, she runs until it hurts to breathe. Her lungs feel like a fire is raging in them. She stops next to a tree and falls to the ground.

Through the angle in the screen door I saw my father who had been walking into his room wheel around on one of his rubber-booted heels and look at her with his blue eyes flashing like clearest ice beneath the snow that was his hair. His usually ruddy face was drawn and grey, reflecting the exhaustion of a man of sixty-five who had been working in those rubber boots for eleven hours on an August day, and for a fleeting moment I wondered what I would do if he killed my mother while I stood there in the porch with those three foolish mackerel in my hand. Then he turned and went into his room and the radio blared forth the next day’s weather forecast and I retreated under the noise and returned again,

It was a fun Friday afternoon, the bright sun shone like a reigning Queen, with wild flowers blooming enticingly. Salem and his son, Sheepal, travelled down on a snake-like, isolated road in Estevan, Saskatchewan for a youth camp. However, few hours later, heavy clouds descended down, and the hour of darkness arrived. A western wind blew, and the bells tolling, with the danger coming. A tornado was just around the corner. Salem’s car were crashed and broken into million pieces. Sheepal tried his best to hold his dad’s hand, crying so hard a billion tears, but he let go. Salem worried that he lost his son. His bones twisted, almost dying that he could only move like a zombie. After three hours, the rescue team came in, and Salem was taken to

The stones looked out of place and uneven as Edward wandered the street. He hold one hand on the wall as he walked. One time he almost slipped, but he steadied himself on a railing. It almost made him vomit. The drunkenness tore him apart every day, but he could not stop it. Joy appeared in the ale he drank, and when the glass was dry, the sadness hurt again. He had tried to forget it for years, but the memory always came back. Edward remembered himself standing in the chaos trying to help a cause he did not remember. The entire memory bore violence, blood and a death in the family. That day was a turn of events for him. He remember him holding a rifle and shooting warning shots in the air. Edward was sixteen, a man grown, with start of a beard

1 - It was storming on a halloween night,the time being around 12 PM.Trick-or-treating was over but that wasn't what Nathan was out here for.He looks up at the biggest and oldest house which had a mountain paved to go up it,as he looked at the house a strike of lightning hit behind it as the rain and wind get stronger.He jumped back as he seen the lightning flash," so this is what is known as the house of regrets " he said to no one in particular.He began his walk up to the house as a black cat jumps out of the bushes and hisses at him before it runs away from him.He shrugs it off as he goes into the house knowing it was abandoned the floors creek as something in the other room falls frightening him,he hears someone mumbling and it sounds like

It was a dark, cold and generally gloomy September night. There were footsteps all through the street. Laughter and smiles from the children of the orphanage. It was nothing new, the children made the environment around them their home. Little Annie with the bluest of eyes was sitting on the old trash can watching two older boys from the boys home. Johnny jumped mid air for the ball, and it grazed right between his hands into the alley behind them. With a look of terror, he entered the alley. It was very dark and nothing could be seen; he noticed the ball had rolled into the corner so he set off in that direction. He reached his hand out for the ball, and suddenly he heard a huge thud from behind the bush. Moments later Annie started to worry because he has not returned. She took a deep breath and jumped down. There was no one in sight as she entered the alley. The alley was filled with a breathtaking odor.

A dark and smoky gray night fell over the green grass. An old lamp at the end of an overused power cord of a wooden pole was swinging in the wind. It lit up the surroundings of the construction and printed my moving shadow on the wall behind me. In the half-light of dusk, I walked out of the ruins that minimally protected me from the wrath of the RPF and showed my face to a fire-breathing dragon. I walked into a thick and wet mist that linked up with the wind to whisper ghostly oohs in my ears. I was scared and my legs trembled. Under the dim light, I could not see anything. The smoking of the war clouded the roof of the region and the cold breeze spread an odor of blood and brought the moans of dying people. The dense haze covering my vision

It was early in the evening. James was at his best friend Alex’s house packing his things to go home while Alex was downstairs, getting a glass of water. Other than the running of a faucet and occasionally shuffle of feet, it was silent. Silent, until the backyard door suddenly banged shut and glass shattered. James, a curious and daring boy of 17, rushed down and into the kitchen, only to find Alex gone, his glass of water broken on the floor.

Allie woke up and came to consciousness, elated to realize it was simply a nightmare. Her room was pitch black as she gazed around the walls of her room. Rain pounded against her window and thunder was booming off in the distance. A sharp crack of lighting lit her room. With the flash of light, Allie saw her mother covered in blood laid back in a chair across the room. She leaped out of bed to find help, only to see her blood stained father’s grinning face blocking the

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

It’s 9 a.m and I’m patting my face so hard with a sponge covered in foundation that I might just bruise. My cousin and I were getting ready to go shopping. I pulled on my favorite outfit which consisted of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I knew my mom would rather see me in dresses so I head over to the kitchen to taunt her with my plain outfit. I walk in ready to “WOW” her but instead I’m greeted with the pale and worried face of someone who’s seen a ghost. I knew that after everything this would show me that change is something that happens in life. We just have to learn to adapt to it.

Under the rising sun in Grant Park, I bent down into a calf stretch, reminding me once again I’d forgotten to put underwear on. I’d gotten to bed just a few hours earlier after spending a night out with Mia at a new club, Z’s, only to wake up after falling from my bed onto the floor, terror seizing my breath while blood rushed through my ears and my heart galloped out of my chest. It’d taken a few heart-stopping minutes to realize it’d only been a nightmare. I couldn’t remember much other than the primal fear of being chased by a beast with a desire to rip out my throat as I screamed for my life, and then relief at being saved by a man in black. It’d left me unsettled enough I couldn’t go back to sleep, so here I was. At six in the morning. Apparently trying to run off my dream.

The stars were gleaming in the night sky. Emily, Luke and Tim were eating cold tomato soup in the living area. It was horrid. The groundskeeper began to speak abruptly. “Now, I’m gonna tell you about an incident that happened right here in this building about 8 years ago. Kids just like you were sent here. It was night fall, and the atmosphere was eerie and uncalm. Something was about to go down. Something big! So, as I was saying, every child was heading off to bed when there was harsh sounding scream that came from upstairs. And then there was another after that. A girl and boy had been slaughtered. I looked up towards the staircase and saw a dark black figure with fiery red eyes. For one moment, the hideous looking creature was there, staring at me. The next, vanished!”

You tried to go to work last week, but as soon as you leave your house you end up somewhere you should not be. On Tuesday it was the bar Rachael works at. She’s told you to stay out of that part of town. You got lost on the way home. Wednesday it was the grocery store. A woman screamed when you appeared. You left quickly. You’re not sure where you went on Friday, but it was dark and damp and smelled of rust. You curled up and cried until you found yourself back at home, crouched in the bathtub.