Short Story

The sky is shifting from a pure shade of black to a deep purple and before finally fading to a luminous shade of pale blue. The stars flicker out one by one, dozens vanishing in the span of a breath. I have always liked this time of morning because it is slow. The normal day light hours move too fast, too hurried, it is almost impossible to find time to take a breath, but at this time of day everything is still, it is easy to breathe, and for a few short minutes the universe is at peace. Upstairs I hear my grandmother rummaging around the kitchen and garage, moving pots and pans, raiding the refrigerators and pacing around. She is fixated on cleaning the frog’s tank, and she will not rest until her task is done. She cannot, that is not her

The sun paints the sky with its warm colours as it dips below the horizon. The scent of pumpkins and apples caress my nose as their lulling scent complements the scenery; surrounding me in total bliss.

I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at

Without the light of the flames, the night seems to swallow everything whole. The trees, leaves, and flowers I enjoyed earlier are dark and invisible now. Though, among the darkness, I see many stars through the branches of the looming trees. The night brings them out, but also makes them seem so far away.

The sound of trickling rain, and the absence of conversation, permeated the air around us, as both Margaret and I remained stagnant in our positions of choice. My eyes took for Margaret before redirecting themselves along the line of sight that was occupied by hers; and it appeared as though the storm we were enduring was progressing north, and stemmed from the direction that lied behind the outskirts of our village. Rotating my body in surveillance of the sky’s coloration behind me, I took note of the impending clarity that would soon take place, as the colors that signified the sunset were meagerly seeping through the clouds. However, on the other hand, as I swiveled back to my original placement and scanned the skies to the north that rested

The sliver of the dim moon glimmered above the fog with the morning’s pink color just beginning to creep over the horizon. The stars were still visible yet they looked faint and faded in the first light of day. Morgan slowly rubbed her hands over her arms in the chilly morning air. The crispness filled her lungs with each breath as she watched her Australian Shepherds, Zach, and Molly, traipse around the yard sniffing the ground while listening out for squirrels, chipmunks, or preferably cats.

The mighty wind clashed against the tall trees and hoisted the delicate leaves up into the heavens above. Only a minuscule of light from above was granted access to the vast lands covered by the grand trees below. Birds flocked from tree to tree scavenging for anything edible that they could clench their beaks on. Their screams echoed bounced from tree to tree and into the night sky as water slowly leaked from the trees like a faulty tap and made a thud when it slapped the surface. Decaying plants filled the air with a smell that could bring a bear to his knees. A thick mist covered the landscape and could scare away any animal that would dare draw near.

Blues, oranges and pinks of all shades, Swirl together in a cotton candy effect, The sun low on the horizon. The moon is high behind my head, A sea of dark indigo behind it.

Before the sun vanishes, it projects an outstanding image. While showing the vivid colors of a wine-red, a salmon orange, and a lemon yellow, the sun still appears to be creating an astonishing view. The colors mix like the time I mix my cookie batter; it's allowing an extremely good mix that tastes and looks like the best thing in the world. Looking at the sunset, just makes me smile and appreciate all the little things I have in life. The I-dont-care-about-anything-but-this look just flashes across my face, while I continue to stare at the pleasing sunset causing me to think about all the tremendously good memories with my friends and family. It's granting me the chance to ponder on the opportunities that I have had successes on. Pushing

"Don't squirm pig. You've had this coming for a long time!" Officer Danytha winced as the punk whipped her hand across the young Elf's face. Her uniform was ripped and stained from being dragged through the dirt, her normally alabaster complexion smeared with a combination of blood, sweat, and mud. Another impact came, throwing her to the ground hard and knocking the wind from her lungs.

The northern breeze runs through my hair, as the sun warms my skin. The sky is cloudy and the breeze starts to pick up. The seawater starts to tingle on my skin, however the waves start to become quieter than before. The white soft sand starts to stick to me, as I lay down in the warm sun. The faint smell of barbecuing meat, from the nearby shops, starts to fade. The taste of cold ice cream lingers in my mouth, as I sit up in the shade. The warm sun becomes a golden glowing semi-circle over the sea, however the stars to start to glow in the purple sky. As soon as the sun leaves my sight, the moon appears with no doubt of fading; like it's a second sun. Many start to gather around a pit of fire

Walking along the weathered tiled path I look across what seems to be a sea of color; reds, yellows, and purples line my view with most colors in between. With so many different types there was only a few I recognized (like yellow roses, morning blossoms, and even a Moonflower) but there was an overflowing number of exotic looking flowers filling bushes and trees, the overflowing color was astonishing. The sun begins setting as pinks and purples flood the sky, the clouds turning into waves of color darkening as the moon begins to peak behind the clouds in the sky. Coming to a clearing I see benches and a patio, a fire pit sits in the middle with woven reclining chairs all around it. The area was surprisingly well kempt and furnished even though people don’t frequent it too often. Sara and a few other people are setting up a picnic on the grass, a red checkered patterned blanket is laid across the ground with plastic containers of food and paper plates scatter across its surface. The sun continues to set and soon the moon is hanging and engulfing in the sky. A beam in the night, engulfing our surroundings in an orange hue as the night progresses. Large looking butterflies float seamlessly through the air, dashing between trees and the flowers that surround us. Listening closely, you can almost hear music playing quietly in the background with the breeze.

At night time, I went exploring with my family the landscape. Even though it was dusk, animals were seen prowling or flying about. The birds were flying high up in the skies near the full moon, they seemed as if they were soaking up the moonlight. The skies transitioning

As I step outside, the crisp misty air engulfs my entire body, sending shivers down my spine. The night sky was not in sight through the thick haze that lay ahead in my path. “Such

The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.