Jumin's Hymn-Personal Narrative

Sinbad need not a verbal answer to understand the longing gaze swimming in those pools of rich wine, how the feeling of his diminutive arms wrapped unflinchingly around his waist made ferocious butterflies attack him viciously, an awareness he long since could remember. It pained him so to leave Judal during the early hours of the morning meant for cuddling until the birds no longer sang their song of statement, in ill will of needing to leave─ he found himself unable to do so, it was worth the lecture and deathly glare Ja'far would more than likely grace him with upon reminding him of his absence, but Sinbad could not resist the few and far between wish of his dear lover.

Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”

he opens a door. Inside, the room is cluttered, dark. On a queen-sized bed, under a window draped with lace curtains, his mother is asleep. He jumps squarely onto the bed next to her. He gives her a hug.

He’s asleep on the floor with blankets messily thrown over him. I bet this is his room. He’s still asleep and slightly snoring. He looks

“Oh my, Jesus!”, Adoniram yawns, slowly sitting up from his grand luxury bed, lifting his body up from his nightly stupor, Adoniram looks to the side of his large bed as he realizes

"Dearest heart," whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, "pr'ythee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed tonight. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she's afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the

It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.

Later that night, I was comforting Vinyl at the news she and I got today. We were lying in bed together, our bodies pressing up against each other as we held each other close; I caressed the area around her eyes, trying to help her sleep, hoping that it would dwindle the tension she had within

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

I was eight years old when I went to my local elementary school for a Three Kings Day celebration, which is very popular in my heavily Spanish-populated city. By pure luck, I was chosen in a raffle to go backstage and choose a gift along with nine other kids. Hundreds of colorful balls, board games, and toys of different shapes and sizes and I had the choice. I was living every child’s best dream. Suddenly, I was attracted to an odd looking, purple box about two by four feet, with a crazy white-haired guy on the cover. I grabbed it and went off stage where I was greeted by the surprised looks of my friends. “Of all the toys you could have chosen...you chose a school game?!”

Night passes on and our heavy eyes slowly close as we drift into a sound sleep. Sooner than I expect, I woke up to the soft sounds of footsteps around; carefully navigating across the mounds of pillows. I roll over and look at the bare ankle walking beside me, with the friendship anklet tied around it. Sarah is probably going to the bathroom, I

It’s a little while and a bit, the sun is already coming up, before he gets into the infirmary tent. He hears a grunt beside him, and turns his head to the sound. A brown-haired male sits down next to him and tells him gruffly to lie down in one of the beds. Jimin lies down and the male pries the fingers that have gone stiff from the cold and his grip, gently away from the battle

The sun shines through the small basement window of the house. It’s early morning beams piercing across the face of a young girl as she sleeps. It takes awhile for the brightness to penetrate her green eyes but when it does she stretches lazily under the covers closing those eyes for yet one more moment of dreams. She suddenly bolts upright as she remembers what today is.

Calvin wakes up, too warm despite the cool spring breeze coming in through the window and the sheets and blankets kicked down to his feet. His t-shirt clings to his skin everywhere and his boxers are damp, feeling too tight around his legs. He must have kicked his pajama pants off sometime in the night.

Forty-five minutes north up Rt. 113, at just about the same time I’m leaving the condo, Marisa’s waking up to her alarm. Flipping the sheets off and putting on the robe resting at the end of the bed, she walks towards the bathroom through the darkened room turning to look at the eastward facing window that’s adorned with white transparent drapes. Tucked slightly behind the drapes are horizontal vinyl blinds that assist in shielding the morning sun however once in the bathroom they’re pulled open allowing a surge of warmth and light to fill the room. Hearing only the noise of the AC unit blowing cold air through the ceiling register, she stands at the window taking in the beauty of the morning. Releasing an audible *sigh... she turns to get the shower ready while turning on her favorite streaming radio station on her device and then steps in.