Nighty Amigos Alternate Ending

Two teenagers ran down the coastline, never stopping. The golden sun reflected off the girl’s hair making it look like a cascade of gold. Her lithe body flew quickly over the sand, leaving the boy to chase after her. He finally caught up and wrapped his arms around her waist. They stumbled through the sand until they collapsed, her on top of him. They rolled through the sand, their laughter that rippled through the ocean was heard by the moon herself. They finally stopped, him on top of her this time. They stayed like that, their breathing ragged. They looked at each other like someone would look at the greatest thing on Earth. It was a look filled with passion and love. They kissed and it was so full of love that they didn’t stop until the sun was gone and the moon met the ocean. They lay looking up at the stars, holding hands and talking all through the night. It felt to them like time had stopped and they were stuck in that moment. The next morning, they were awakened by the shrill sound of a ringing phone. The girl rolled over and answered

The night, when it happened, felt like so many others. You were with her, alone in this atrocious woods, under this oak tree. She reached out her hand and held yours, reminding you you’d never be alone. You and her sat there, backs against the moss, exchanging blissful nothings for centuries compacted in

It disturbs me. I wake up in my dark dusty room, the time is 5:30 AM and I go down to the kitchen, eat breakfast and then get dressed. As I walk down the street I feel the cold wind brushing against my face like a dead soul released from its grave and my heart pounds, she gives me a bad feeling but a good one as well, I want more. I turn the corner and there she is, standing beside the park bench with the moon light shining down into her soul. I call her name and she turns around slowly.

As the evening fell, the dark blue night rose up across the sky. I laid under the stars in my back yard, as I do every night with my dog Mabel. Mabel was approaching her old ages but she was a great listener. Usually I tell her about my day or fairy tales, tonight I told her about my mom. My mother passed away in a car accident when I was only a baby, she was the most loving person I knew and I miss her everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face.

12:00. After two hours of preparing for the infamous trials of the night through episodes of television and novels, I sneak into my sheets. Immediately, imagination swarms my mind. As a bee bombards its hive rambunctiously, my mind boggles with new thoughts; it thumps to the beat of the leaking faucet in the bathroom. My eyes burn with the hope of opening to check its surroundings. They blink in the consuming darkness, and close once again. As the darkness promises isolation it allows fear to creep in. Fear of the future, which is all I can focus on. It is impossible to sleep with so much to be done, but I must.

One day I walked towards the whirligig, where I would meet Jane every single day until school started again, but today, she wasn’t here. I waited and waited for her and thought after all our weeks of talking and laughing that she was going to turn her back on me and leave me here alone, again. Staring into the sun has been my hobby this whole time, so I just looked at its brightness, and fell asleep right there.

If there was only one word to describe Club Pandemonium it would be chaotic. It was a huge room filled with people all bathed in a eerie blue light. Everyone seemed to be possessed, dancing as if that was the only thing keeping them alive. The only people not dancing were passed out on sofas or on the floor, almost getting trampled by the dancing people. As Hali and Simon walked on things got crazier and crazier. Hali could've sworn that she saw a person with fangs talking to another person with delicate crystal wings jutting five feet out of her back.

Pete whistled jauntily as he left Analise in the basement, waded through the mess of comics on the living-room floor, collected his pistol and bullets, and slammed the front door shut behind him. The flinch, when he'd charged toward, had brought a satisfied smirk to his face. For the first time, the woman had demonstrated palpable weakness, and inexplicably, that served to increase his surety that she'd forge ahead with this evening's plans. Norris, whether the smart-ass bitch would admit it, felt as if he'd gained the ascendancy. At least for the time being.

I stood. watching. Listening. letting the warmth of the moment wash over. the joy filling my soul. she smiled, the air seemed to become lighter. the Sun, brighter. we Set. Hand in hand, heart with heart. alone, moments of joy turn into love. today I walk beside her, watching her. her hair entrancing me. each strand absorbing light, only to reflect it, create an unearthly glow. to me she is beauty. Sweeping me from the darkness. We walk. Each step creating dedication. Each step I wade farther in. Tomorrow I will awake. Her presence in mind. Today I travel with her. Where will we go? Who will we meet? Where are we? When did it go this far. I see him. She becomes darker, only now there is a glimmer. A flicker. Is that her? What has he done?

Its forty five minutes past twelve, the once salmon and lavender sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black, the night laid down a blanket of darkness, when I tilted my head skyward I could see clearly millions of bright stars dotted on the black sky night, the thick

Worthwhile The night was so dark. Sitting in the cooling off car parked in my driveway, I allowed the night to wrap me up in all that it had to offer. The calmness and tranquility was refreshing and reaffirming. I took a deep breath in and closing my eyes, I breathed

4:13am. The light had gone out of my life. The night came mumbling sweet nothings, luring energy from her already weakened muscles. There was no trace of warmth left, nothing of the summer or the alluring kiss of the vanquished sun. The hours promised to pass slowly. The cold nights were infact the longest, or so it felt that way. Every night was a delusive scuffle of conflicting thoughts. Twelve o 'clock morphed into one and then two and then three. The time ticked by, marked only by those changing numerals.

We rested on slabs of rock, having deep conversations about all that was happening in our lives. We were so engrossed in conversation that we talked until sunset. We watched as a fiery crimson orb of light gradually sank below the skyline and threads of light lingered in the sky, coloring it orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve and then that melted away in turn as darkness stole the sky. The clouds parted and a lustrous, argent disc appeared, emitting brilliant streaks of moonlight onto the dark grounds. I glanced over at Linda, who was wondering at the night sky with an unwavering gaze. The fascination on her face made her look the most beautiful I had ever seen her- almost angelic. An unexpected surge of warmth rushed through me. Linda and I were apart for four years and things around us changed, yet one thing remained. I still loved her and she still loved me. Right then, I realized that our love would never truly go away. I would always love her because we shared the best moments of our lives together and will continue to make more lasting

The Snow Queen There was once a man, he stood outside on the edge of the forest every night. His gaze would set upon the nights starts. Peaceful and calming the sight was, giving him hope, he would always tell himself one more night. Every time he would hear rustling in the branches be would focus on the forest before him. He was waiting for the girl of his dreams to emerge. This girl, with beautiful hair that changed colors in the sunlight. She was small, tiny, but if afraid or angry her shape would change to that of a beautiful white wolf the color of snow. This man had waited years for her I 'm this spot almost every night. It was because this was the spot he saw in his dreams where he would meet her. His whole life he felt empty and

I looked at the clock and it ticked slowly, it seemed to be more tired than I was. A second seemed like a minute, a minute seemed like an hour, the night seemed like an eternity. I anxiously waited for sleep to engulf me. Hours later when the night sky was no longer black, like the ocean