Night Voice Creative Writing

“THe shadows around me roused themselves as if from a deep sleep and left silently in every direction”

Around midnight on a “bleak December” night, a “weak and weary” man is reading while “nearly napping”. He reads as a means of nullifying the sorrow he feels “for the lost Lenore”. Suddenly, he is jolted alert by some visitor tapping at his chamber door. The lonely man tells himself “ ‘Tis some visitor” “and nothing more”, but as he widely opens his chamber door, he finds “darkness there and nothing more”. Staring into the darkness, the narrator dreams about the impossibilities of his lost love, and even whispers her name; ‘Lenore’. Upon returning to his chamber, a stronger tapping, at the window, is catching his attention. Courageously exploring the noise, he is amused and relieved when a raven flies in from

A single candle light dimly shined within the windowless room that hauntingly brimmed pitch black. I couldn’t see my hands in front my face. Did I even have hands then? I wonder. “It’s so dark,” I said in a voice that was foreign to my tongue. I couldn’t identify myself within the grand shadow

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

Sudden eerie voices chanted in a synchronized pace. " It comes in the night. It never leaves. He knows when you're awake. He is always there.

our chimneys were blown down, and, as they say,/ Lamentings heard i’ the air, strange screams of death,...” ( 2.3. 28-30). This passage signifies nature’s discontent with the king's murder as unnatural events take place. The author’s use of diction emphasizes the disruption of the Great Chain of Being. Nature reflects the appalling night which is described by noblemen Ross and an old man.

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

It's why people kept their heads low for so long and their lips tighter. Yet, danger plagued my heart when I stalked the shadows pushing through the darkness like panthers. Above, I stood tall with the moon joined at my side in quiet harmony. Only the short breeze and sweet comings of tomorrow were felt. I steadied the grip on my staff, using my eyes to locate the dark figures stabbing at leaves with their heavy feet.

I shot awake to the noise of an eerie howl that sounded like no animal I have ever heard. The sound echoed throughout the night sky; the sound was more human than animal. It sounded exactly like the Devil himself gave me a warning signal that he was coming for me, and that was exactly what happened: the Devil had come after me. I pulled out one of the dense sticks from the fire and raised it up, looking around in every direction as I heard the rustling of a quickly moving object. My heart raced; I flushed cold with fear, sweat pouring from my head like Niagra

The protagonist recalls the time of these events to be in December, and how the fire and its embers seem to be casting ghostly shadows onto the floor. The protagonist mourns the loss of Lenore; the speaker describes her a loving and benevolent way. He states that he had been reading late into the night in order to escape his feelings of loss caused by Lenore’s death.

Shards of crumbled dreams just lay on the ground and muddy water streams, trickle among crushed rose petals - that have been trampled on by uncaring feet. While the sparks of the fire just smolder and won’t burn, crumbled dreams like so many nightmares, come to haunt you in the night, like phantom specters, on skeleton horses - riding through dark night skies. Shadows hide the moon and

The next night it was all gone, nothing left. The light had disappeared into the night. The night was calm, silent and lifeless.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

I can hear screams around me, wrapping me in a blanket of loud screeching. I can't leave. The black abyss surrounds me, and I can see myself standing in the midst of it all, panic stricken. The screaming continues to circle around me until I hear voices floating in the abyss. I see the letters begin to encircle me, floating over me like a tornado ready to strike.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be