Night Nights - Original Writing

My grandmother’s voice was bouncing off the yellow walls of her house and into everyone’s ears. She was having another one of her “clean attacks”, my cousins and I were reluctantly cleaning a perfectly clean house. The floors were so clean that you could lick them, and the windows were so clear that they seemed to simply disappear. After almost a whole year of waiting, my cousins were finally coming to visit. Everyone was getting ready for a huge event, my oldest cousin, was finally getting married. As we all fought for the showers and mirror space, my grandmother was running around the house like a madman yelling at us to re-clean the house. When my cousins finally arrived we all greeted each other and left for the

Carla went to a party in a neighborhood that was not familiar to her. The host of the party was only introduced a week ago through a mutual friend. After entering the party and looking around, she noticed that none of her friends had yet arrived. This was not a problem for her, taking off her coat and grabbing a drink, she introduced herself to the other people at the party until her friends arrived. At the end of the night, she felt very energized and happy. Connor arrived at the same party shortly after Carla. He had not really even wanted to come to the party, but Cara and his other friends had convinced him. He entered the house and could not see anyone he knew, so he decided to wait in the quieter part of the room until his other friends arrived. Connor had fun at the party, but after it had ended he was tired decided to go straight to bed when he arrived at home without talking to anyone else. Both of these characters arrived at a party. The difference between the two friends lies in their personality types: Carla was an extrovert, or a person who is “concerned primarily with the physical and social environment.” In contrast, Connor was an introvert, or a person who is “characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.” According to twentieth-century psychologist Carl Jung, humanity can be divided into these two main personality types. The differences between these two personality types can be found biologically, socially, and behaviorally.

She rolled onto her side, and grabbed her phone to see what she missed the night before. The brightness was all the way up, causing her to tear up and rub her eyes. She yawned and braved the cold in her house. She stood up, threw on her favorite sweatshirt and trudged down the hallway to the living room. She sank into the couch, but the sweet scent of cinnamon pancakes, maple syrup, and perfectly crisp home fries filled the air, making her stomach grumble. Alexis knew breakfast would be gone if she didn 't get it soon. She grumbled, and shuffled into the kitchen, when her little brothers, James and

"It 's been two hours. Maybe she 's in for the night." Logan whined, hopeful and uneasy. They 'd been through a Big Mac each, fries, Doritos, and he 'd had a milkshake she 'd warned against and now knew why. He was thinking tonight was a bust, more than a bust, he reminded himself, because he 'd spent way too much time with Veronica Mars.

Bailey and I finished breakfast, and cleaned up the dishes and table in silence. I didn’t know what I said to shut him up. Maybe I asked too many questions about that girl and what he was going to do once he found her.

he purple sunrise awoke the nature around Wanniansi Temple, illuminating the skies from darkness. Empty and hazy, Toki tried to collect her thoughts from the day before. The temple training seemed so vivid yesterday, but though just less than twelve hours ago, the memory seemed like decades old.

I sit in the creaky chair in my dad’s office, rocking back and forth against the black leather as I stare blankly at the computer screen. The house is vacant save for my mother and I, and there is an aura of stillness and the air feels stifling. The TV is off and the house does not possess its usual feeling of liveliness. The only noise which invades the silence is my mother in the kitchen, singing softly along to the radio. It was the Saturday of labor day weekend and was filled with naps and Star Wars movie marathons. The house is dark, except of the light of the office and two lamps positioned in the living room. By this time, around 7 or 8 at night, my family had left the house for their own reasons, leaving only my mom and I to an

It was like any other show. A mixture of nervousness and excitement filled the air which, surprisingly, smelled just like the hairspray which hung over the freshly-curled heads of hair of the group of dancers which I stood with. The lights were dim in the side stage wing, allowing me to see only the silhouette of my friend, Jade, who stood impatiently next to me.

A loud thunder woke Shifa up, it was very dark. Along with the thunder, she could clearly hear the regular reoccurrence of a heartbeat. Where was she? it 's not like she was uncomfortable, then why couldn 't she move her hand, it was stuck somewhere. Last she remembered, she was hopelessly sitting on the floor of her room looking at the raindrop from the window, but nothing was constraining her at that time. She tried looking around, only to realize that she was on Azlaan 's bed, her head on his chest and his arms holding her whole body in his frame, as if sheltering her from an alien threat. He was softly snoring, oblivion to the fact that Shifa was wide awake.

I had glanced over at my mom, her breaths were shallow and light. Her eyes were closed and her hair was still soaked from the shower. She tapped my Dad on the hand,

Castle woke up with bleary eyes and a dull headache. He had been up late writing and couldn 't even remember when he had went to bed last night-probably sometime early this morning. Beckett had awoken quite a while ago, judging by the coolness of the sheets, and had let him sleep a bit longer. He shuffled into the bathroom, turning on the light, and squinted at the in"tensity of the brightness. Definitely had a headache. As he washed his face he felt a bit of stubble and made a mental note to shave.

I felt strong arms lift me up and put me on my makeshift bed. I just laid there shivering. When I finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep it had been a few hours later and I had stopped trembling, only then had I noticed who pulled me out of there, Mike. I know I can count on him.

I woke to the noise of scratching, shooting straight up. There it was again, except this time it ripped my small tent. I looked over to my side in habit looking for my small caliber rifle, but for some reason It wasn’t there. I could see condensation from the beast’s breath forming on the outside of my tent in the moon glow. Then again, another rip on the other side. The creature was extremely fast, but made no noise moving around in the early fall.

The lights were out for the fifth time that year. I was no stranger to the darkness. I lit a candle and watched the fire as it burned fiercely enough to brighten up my small bedroom. I sighed with relief. I had become accustomed to the frequent power outages and naturally developed a routine: showering before four o’clock. The electricians never turned the power off before then. I heard the screech of broken brakes outside of my window. Mom was home. She parked her twelve-year old Expedition in front of our apartment. I glared outside toward the raggedy truck, with its involuntary hydraulics and awkward lean. Mom opened the apartment door with a sigh of familiarity and set a bag down. “Dinner’s on the kitchen table”, she grumbled as she

It was weird, but the cats seemed to have understood me as they both began to turn slowly around and sulk away from the school. Heading back towards wherever they had originally come from.