Marc Sarcolo's Short Story: Halfway

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes became accustomed to the light. He entertained his semi-waking mind by tracing patterns of the earthy colors on the tapestry that hung on the wall facing him. He rubbed his hands slowly on the bedsheet, felt a smoothness and said to himself, "This

It seems like every passing day there is a shadow that is after me. I’m left with parts of me eaten away and left my mind corrupted from its everyday thoughts. The darkness steadily dissolves me away from the eyes that are known to be inquisitive. The burden that was left on me has more pressure than I expected for what i have completed. I discovered that revenge is made to be short lived. What i did was completely horrifying. The inferior thing is that I was able to acquire with my crime. It doesn’t matter what time it is, everyday there will always be a small voice in my head reminding me of the defenseless cries performed by fortunato. The man that I caused to perish, immersed in the catacombs. A month has passed since fortunato's disappearance, and the town still wonders where he has disappeared to. Examining the difficulty of mourning families caused me to really think, specifically today. The events leading up to fortunato's death played in my mind like a movie. It sends me back to the time when I was young and no one loved me, including my mother. When fortunato entered my life he made a big mistake which ended him in misery.

The darkness is slowly scaring me making me feel overwhelmed. I can’t see anything. I feel suffocated and musty with all these boxes stocked next to me and on top of me. I’ve been here for so long and I feel so hopeless and useless. Then suddenly a bright light shines on me and I finally feel free from this very comfortless home. I wish someone would open this lid on top of me so I can breath in fresh air. But here I am staying strong and just patiently waiting. Then suddenly, I am lifted, opened, and place on top of a flat surface. I feel so nervous. I am hearing human voices. My wish is granted. It is my time, and I am free!

Footsteps started towards his door from the dark corridor outside it. Slow, steady, purposeful footsteps, edging ever closer to his lonely, dark room. David reached above his head and turned his gas lamp up, so that it lit the room with flickering orange, creating strange shadows that danced on the walls like a five-year olds nightmare.

“No one is like me!” Albert cried. Suddenly Albert sees a mysterious creature off in the distance. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Albert questioned. The shadow came closer and closer. “Albert? Is that you?” a voice called off in the distance. Suddenly the shadow disappeared.

The author talks about light physically and emotionally. “But it was getting dark inside too” according to the narrator.

When he woke up, Renaldo was greeted with a bright, blinding light and odd noises that seemed alien to him. He tried to move, but then noticed that he was strapped to a cold metal slab. “What’s going on? I can’t… Gah!” Renaldo cried as he saw a horrifying creature. It was tall, lean, and looked like some creature he saw off of and 80’s horror film. “You’re an… a…al...alien?!” Renaldo said as he

Before we moved to the house I live right now we use to live on the other side of Modesto, and I like living there even though it wasn’t

He had been walking somewhere on a road, in between buildings, he doesn’t know how long it’s been how long he has been walking. Night hauntingly shrouds his surroundings with darkness; the artificial lights seem so damn weak. They seem to only produce enough light to brighten a large moving box. The darkness stares him down, the cold presses against the bare skin of his arms. A hand squeezes his right shoulder he can feel the warmth through his shirt.

As the dust covered clock sounded every second with a click, George’s anxiety grew until the refrigerator creeks open. He was blinded with a white light that danced across the kitchen.

Cotton. The smell of cotton with a hint of polyester filled the air as sewing machines stitched fabric together in a zigzag pattern. As I sat in the back of Mrs. Kirkland's room, 400 wing, I pondered about becoming a seamstress.

The story takes place at a refugee alien school. Filo/Gee is a species of alien and is thought to be the last of his kind. Filo/Gee has a trait about him that others find strange and make fun of him for. Even his roommate Nina has enough of filo/gee and is in the process of requesting a new roommate. See Filo/Gee has a need to put everything in his mouth. Filo has zero boundaries as to what he puts in his but to Filo/Gee this is not weird to him its almost his way of communication. When he has something in his mouth he is happy and feels connected. But do to the relentless teasing by his peers he feels separated. While trying to reach out to Nina he is meet by Tinquert’s and the thought that she might be turning Nina Against him made him snap. Filo/Gee in turn started liking Tinquert’s like crazy. Filo was then removed by staff and put into seclusion. Seclusion consisted of a room with one table in it. After days Filo/Gee starts losing his color and is almost becoming nonexistent. Filo/Gee does not understand words anymore and is slowly drifting away. Just as you think it’s the end for Filo/Gee Nina comes barging in the room. Filo/Gee is shocked and doesn’t understand why she has come. But Nina has in fact come to apologize. She further explains that she knows what it’s like being different because she was raised by her grandmother who had Alzheimer’s and saw the way people

Back at the High School parking lot, every one stares at each other with perplex expressions. All except Maya, her expression was blank, and flat. The wind starts howl, as if a tornado or a hurricane was getting closer. Than out of nowhere in the middle of the sky appeared a creature, not of this world. The alien, you could say, looked somewhat human, but with a mixture of a squid and a angel fish.

Ahead of him was nothing but eerie darkness. Encountering a knife like rock jab into him in the neck was coming up in his timeline...or was that just an extremely realistic shadow, he wondered. Jerry’s vision got fuzzy. At eighty-two seconds he could no longer see, his legs and arms were numb, and his heart brutally pounded in panic. Was he in a trance? Or was he just not thinking? All he could do was recognize shapes and an approximate darkness. According to his approximate darkness calculator, there was a slight illumination blur crossing his sight. Was that the light of heaven or the end of the tunnel? Jerry knew he could not be dead because he heard,