Sleepless Night - Original Writing

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

Surprising as it wasn 't, Night and Day were back out in the open air, stuffed in a crowd of nitrogen molecules. The whole lot of them were unpleasant to be around, since they were practically everywhere. But, the oxygen duo pushed on through, grumbling the entire time.

There was pure white with nothing at all, before a fading darkness started consuming the white and the lion opened his eyes. The shade of the tree blocked the light of the sun, where he rested his head upon the ground. He laid up and thought back with great concentration and pain trying to remember his life, to remember anything at all before it flooded over him in an instant. He remembered the plains of the savanna, his pride, his father, and their leader. In a stinging shock he remembers man, with their instruments of thunder and hail that strike with great sound. He was wondering aimlessly as most cubs do when the thunder of man’s instrument struck. He thinks back about awaking and being unable to move. All he sees is the plain and a

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.

I woke in a dreamlike state, temporarily wondering where I was, and then remembered. I reached for but did not find Louis on either side of me. A light quilt covered me, but I was definitely alone in the bed. Disappointed and wondering where Louis had gone, I sat up in bed to look around the room. The sun shining through the open doors suggested it was early afternoon.

Bright green leaves weaved around each other in the warm breeze. Angela and I wandered through a field of green grass. Our strides silent against the soft ground while the waist high strands of grass tickled our sides.

The week passed so fast that I barely remember from day to day what happened. The only days that I was sure of were the days that Louis visited. Our petting became so heavy at times that I nearly gave into him, but then my common sense would take over and save me. It was not that I thought he would abandon me at the altar; it was just that it was supposed to be that way. People were supposed to marry to enjoy the learning of and exploring of each other’s bodies, right. At least that was what I thought. However, Angelique had other ideas. Several days before the wedding, she took me to La Nouvelle-Orléans. She told my father that it was to finish alterations on my gown; I knew she lied. I was to marry wearing her gown- she had already had it altered to fit me perfectly.

Ebon tossed and turned in his room bed that night. After a playing his flute for a little while, he, Ilene, and Grace went to eat downstairs. The food was delicious. Grace then said she had to get home. Ebon wondered why, but decided it best not to ask her. He and Ilene went back up to their rooms and went to bed.

Splash! That was the first large water balloon Kristen dropped off the deck. When I watched the slo-mo video I took, you could not even see the balloon until right when it hit the ground. Disappointed, she and Mackenzie filled up another one and we tried the same thing again. The video was still to dark to see, so they suggested that I move to the other side of the deck for better lighting. On the third try, we got the video to work perfectly. We all huddled around my phone screen and laughed as we watched the balloon slowly fall to the ground. My other three friends ran out to see what all the laughing was about. They watched the video and began cracking up too. After, we all went back inside due to the amount of bugs outside. We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing until we all fell asleep at around two in the morning. This was the last night we all spent together before heading off to college. Even though it was in the middle of the summer, life took over and we were all busy on different days. The one way that we were able to keep in contact was through a group message, which is still what we use now that we are all in college.

Raven woke up in a cold sweat. She was panting hard with beads of sweat rolling down her face. “Oh thank god… It was only a dream.” She wiped the water from her forehead, but yet she knew something didn’t feel right.

Evelyn peeked down the hall from her bedroom making sure the light to her parents’ room was off, indicating that they had gone to sleep. When she saw the darkened hallway she knew that her parents had gone down for the night. Her younger sisters, ages 10 and 8, had been put to sleep a couple hours before. There was no one watching. Evelyn tiptoed down the stairs—thank God they were carpeted, which helped shield the noise of her steps—and she grabbed her mom’s car keys carefully exiting the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. She jogged to the car, which was parked on the street in front of her house and hopped inside, starting the engine. She quickly looked back to make sure that the older car’s engine had not stirred anyone in

An intruder had entered the town that was engulfed by a dark fog. Even the moonlight struggled to break through it, but his headlights blared through the air piercing through the seemingly impenetrable haze. It was an insensitive gesture towards the quiet town where not a soul stirred with the exception of the sleepless few. In the distance an old lady struggled for air, half waking from a nightmare, half from the disease that was breaking her. She fell in and out of sleep until she finally lay to rest. It filled her with peace…

When I woke there was a loud thud. I jump up. The room was pitch black and I couldn 't see a thing. I try to find the lamp puting my hand on the desk feeling for it. When I turned it on there was a scream downstairs. I jump out of bed pushing the box off the desk. I nearly trip running to the stairs. I keep my hand on the railing making it halfway there until I hear the familiar noise of ticking. The light downstairs was the only thing I could see besides a dark silhouette of man holding a woman by her neck. I cover my mouth. I see the man throw the women to the side and hear a crash again. My heart was beating so hard I thought he could hear it. My grip on the rail tightens as I slowly make my way back up the stairs. I barely make it to

Arlo stood on the side of the street walk staring. An object in the window had caught his wandering gaze. It 's sheen of gold, caused him to stand with his eyes transfixed upon the shops outside window.

I’m waiting outside a dark apartment complex parking lot. The monsoon has finally calmed down and know there is light raining and wind. This day has already been an eventful day especially after my tree was uprooted and destroyed my neighbors brick wall. I’m waiting on my brothers wife who called me in a crying panic to hurry over to their apartment. Once I get there ,she has my niece and nephew with her , she asks me to take her to Maryvale Hospital. I asked her what happened and where is my brother, she says he was picked up by the paramedics and on route to Maryvale Hospital to be admitted. She explained to me that he had been sick for weeks and refused to see a doctor. He was complaining about not being able to breathe and feeling nauseous, he thought he had bronchitis. Before she called me he was in the bathroom and wouldn’t allow her to come inside to check on him because he was vomiting. Once he stopped she called his name but there was no answer, she went inside and found him unconscious, she immediately called emergency and started CPR.