Maniac: A Narrative Fiction

That’s the reason why the speaker felt very fear. Furthermore, the wind was strained at the door, and made a noise seems

Suddenly we felt the earth beneath us shudder. There were screams outside and the tremors were getting sure. We felt the heat flowing.

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

I was in my reading circle group. This is something that everyone had , we were at a huge school, so we were all in different rooms with our reading groups for that time. The window was open, which let in a small breeze, that was also combined with the sound of a thunderstorm in the distance. I was and still am terrified of storms, but I can control this fear of loud noises at school, so I was calm. A huge breeze suddenly came in but we thought nothing of it. We were reading Junie B. is

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

A sudden blast of frosty air rushed past her body slamming the door shut with a loud bang. Her heart stopped. A cautious survey of the room revealed an ordinary attic filled with long forgotten items. None of the windows were open or broken or so she thought. Maybe one the walls have a large crack or hole. The wind blew through and created a vacuum. I’ve seen it happen before. Although her logical assumption couldn’t eliminate the vague sense of uneasiness weighing on her like a thick cloak.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

As I thrusted open the wooden doors, refreshingly cool wind blew my hair back. Sunlight surrounded me instantly, and I basked in the glorious sunshine. The blinding sun warmed my body, and I quickly unbuttoned my coat. Just then, the sound of conversations filled the air as people started leaving.

As I took my first step out of the doorway, I felt the ice below my feet and heard the wind whispering in

“This is personal to you. I know what it’s like to lose someone, and believe me, I’ve been where you are right now. Maybe your emotional state will prevent you from focusing on this case,” Aidan added and smiled. His eyes seemed warm and caring now. Megan noticed how the pitch black color of Aidan’s eyes seemed both mysterious and hypnotic at the same time. “Hey, you came from Connecticut and asked for me. This means that you want me to work on this case because you know what I’m capable of,” said Megan. She was frustrated. She felt much more furious than she sounded. She thought that Aidan should thank her therapist who taught her how to keep her anger under control, and smiled a little.

My eyes suddenly open from the impact of pots and pans beating against each other, it was like fireworks exploding. I turned around to look at the clock it was only 3:00 in the morning, I sighed as I didn’t want to be awake this early in the morning. I stood up from the slab of concrete that I was sleeping on and looked around to see Madison still half asleep as she was looking around to see where the loud noise had come from.

Kaboom! In the matter of seconds a fun time can turn into a panic of terror. Looking around, seeing the sheer excitement on everyone's face. Not one of us had second guessed this idea. It was completely silent, not one cricket chirped, in the dried out grass clearing. Although it is a peaceful little place, it's not going to be so soothing and tranquil any longer. Now came the roar of the explosion, echoing through the wood. A violent blast of burning hot air hit my face. Shrapnel of glass bottle pierces my skin. Gunpowder and debris from the oak wood tree dusted my lips, having a bitter disgusting flavor. A blinding flash of light dazed me, white spots began to spread around my line of sight. The sounds of laughter at the campfire, cars passing by, and the wind whistling through the trees suddenly all went quiet, but a rising tone of a broken amplifier replaced all the other noises, causing us to become disorientated. Not even being able to hear the crackling of leaves beneath our feet, over the insane ringing.

"Give it back you shit head!" I was yelling after Harvey who had taken my journal. He managed to lure me out into the front lawn. Honestly, I didn't care how ridiculous I looked, I just wanted my damn journal back.

I can still remember hearing the rumble of the garage door closing despite my groggy state. I grabbed some shoes and tumbled through the kitchen, flung the door open, and re-opened the garage door. The engine was warming up in the driveway. "Wait," I called out frantically. "I'm coming with you!"

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.