Simmons Narrative

Dawn’s early morning light crept over the city, the various shades of amber emanating from the horizon bringing life to the shapeless skyline. Outside Booker’s apartment, the resident sparrows began their morning song of joy, their cheerful chirrup filtering through the dark-haired officer’s dream, pulling him toward consciousness. Moments later, his alarm sounded, the annoying bee-dee-dee-deep, bee-dee-dee-deep shattering what remained of his slumber. With a sigh, he rolled over and hit the off button, returning peace to the cramped room, and stifling a yawn, he speculated about the upcoming day. He’d arranged to meet Tom at the abandoned warehouse before school so they could discuss strategies. But after the previous night’s events, he wasn’t sure where their friendship

You are driving back to your home in a cream colored Rolls Royce after a hard day at work. You can’t wait to go home, to see your beautiful wife and your lovable kids. As you cruise down the road, your headlights illuminate the pitch black dark of the night. You pass enormous skyscrapers that reach for the sky then, you have to stop at a red stoplight that glows in a bright lava red color. As you wait for the light to turn green, a tall man in a black trench coat and with black sunglasses that blends in with the night, smashes the driver’s side window of your car. The unknown stranger reaches his hand in and unlocks the door from the inside. As soon as you undo your seat belt to try to make run for it, the stranger opens the door and drags you out onto the

I was giddy to get home i was walking down my my street “ Walkers rd.” I scoffed and roll my eyes. I walk down this road everyday and appreciate the scorching irony every time. I opened the deep oak doors with force. My 13 year old body still has trouble. I shoved the door with the elbow my grey backpack wasn't depending on. Finally when my body managed to push the door, something wasn't right. By that i mean my house wasn't mine… the orchard my mother obsesses over wasn't the center of the foyer , the bright white walls with the complementary purple rug wasn't there. It was dark with a rustic light switch. I hit the light switch and the creepy hospital lights that turn on one by one showed blinding light that settled to a musty yellow

I’m wide awake when my alarm goes off at 5am. I pull on my sneakers and soon they’re slamming the pavement. But the thoughtlessness never sets it. My brain is stuck running around in circles. All I can think about is last night. Liam’s face right before he kissed me. The way he brushed my face. This isn’t happening. Then I realize: This can’t be happening. It’s not just the fact that Whitewater, Ohio isn’t exactly known for its liberal thinking. My dad will kill me. The pavement under my feet blurs and tips as I run faster. I run parallel to the chain link fence of the town park. Through it, I see a couple, an old man and woman, sitting on a bench, holding hands. I feel a sharp twinge in my heart.

I watched from the hallway as my parents finished packing her clothes for their weekend away on business. “Sarah?” called my mother as she folded a cream colored blouse. “Right here,” I responded as a walked into the messy bedroom. “I just want to make sure you are all right before we go. I put a list of emergency numbers on the kitchen counter, stocked the fri-”

I thought to myself. I almost let out a laugh. That just is not possible. My second thought was that perhaps I was just incredibly sleep deprived, but that quickly subdued as the corpse started to make his way to my car. Defenseless, I immediately left the vehicle, my eyes darting for somewhere or some sort of plan. “My crow bar”, I muttered out load to myself. The trunk button on my keyless car keys never seemed like such a luxury. I scrambled for it as a few more the corpses took heed of me and seemed to head my way. I immediately snatched the crow bar, flare gun, and first aid kid just in case before darting towards my apartment. I suddenly become overwhelmed with fear about my family, imaging the terrible scenarios that could have very well played out. Just about a mile until my apartment, and although I was overweight, I don't think I have ever ran as fast or as far as I have in my entire life, letting my adrenaline take

I wonder how bailey is doing at school. Mom said, She better get those papers turned in I asked her about. I wonder if my show is on today.she thought, I think I think it was called Bob's cooking show. Someone is calling me, I wonder who it is. Hello “your daughter just got up out of here seat and then she fell” Bailey just got up and fell! I meet you at the hospital asap. Where are my keys? There they are. Come on car you drive so slow. Fine i'll just pass you. Where an I park yes, I found a spot. Come on I was going to park there. Finally i'm here.

I thought about the last time, the last time in sunny Phoenix. I knew there had to be a good part to this, with spending sometime with my dad. The more I thought about the more I had a good feeling about this. The school was...normal, for the least bit, but not a problem. The only hell about this is the weather. So gloomy, and rainy. Hardly any sun came out, it was rare there was a good day out there when you first woke up. Jessica nudged me and interrupted my thoughts," Come on Bells, lunch is over now." I replied with an edge to my voice,

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

A review of her medical records indicates that she since her last visit; she continues to have increased weakness and decreased appetite with no improvement. She continues to suffer from severe anorexia, chronic pain and weight loss.

Her mom emerged from the outside to the warm inside. They both laid down on the shaggy carpet this time not in denial, but in relief. That stared at the dusty ceiling fan for a while, when Susan’s mom asked “Can you babysit tomorrow?” Susan replied in a sarcastic tone “I will if you pay me.” They both tilted their heads at each other, and Susan’s mom rolled her eyes. “Not a

I'm driving a blue sport convertible, with the top down, up the side of a mountain. I look to my right and notice how high up I am. I suddenly get this rare sense of acrophobia, so I let off the gas and press the brakes. As I press the breaks, I abruptly speed up instead of slowing down. I try pressing the gas and letting off the breaks to see if it will reverse the effects but nothing happens. As I look up ahead, I notice a dangerous cliff sign...and I'm racing straight towards it. My heart is in my throat as I try to turn the steering wheel but it won't budge.

As he leads me into the kitchen, his body gives off a coconut scent. Not a hint of alcohol. And he’s dressed in khaki shorts and a navy tee shirt with flip flops. A sign he’s been up for a while.

It was the night of August second. We pull into the well-lit parking lot of Barnes and Noble. My younger sister and I jump out of the barely parked car and run to the door of our little safe haven. It is the place I love to be, sitting on the carpeted floor in front of shelves of alphabetized young adult novels. As I sit there, I scan the books for the next story I can escape into. A story that will help me shut the rest of the world out for a couple of chapters.

It’s light, now drowning in a blanket of dark, shines directly down on the black pavement which glistens after a day of persistent showers. The narrow street itself is lined on either side with leaning apartments, the planters under the windows housing flowers, lifeless due to the cold of the season. The blinds encasing each window have never once opened in the past few weeks, the task forgotten, no, unnecessary, for in the day this street is just as abandoned, it’s residents only here for the night.