The Awakening: A Narrative Fiction

The room was filled with a deep, deafening unbroken silence for many minutes after, nobody moved, or even dared to utter a single noise. We heard the crashing noise of many supports and other structures falling from their support and as I moved towards the entrance, trying to open the door, it wouldn’t move an inch, clearly having been blocked by a pillar of wood and stone.

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

Taking a chance he opens the door, peaking out to plan the quickest route to the door. There’s no one about, meaning his mother had hopefully fled the scene. Quickly he does the same, slipping through the small gap he’s created and rushing across the small flat towards the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind him.

The dusty, wooden door was open just enough for Billy to see a body in the back room of a closet. He slid the door open all the way in a fast motion.

After she did so, Oliver could hear shuffling inside of the home. Finally, he’d get to see who his cat was going to. Shoving his now sweaty left hand into one of his pockets; he eyed the door in an intrigued manner. He hesitantly reached for the doorknob with his other hand.

His eyes bulged then he flew to the door, trying to turn the knob. He howled, his left hand holding the wrist of his smoking right hand.

He ran inside the building and hid in a dark hall. He trembled keeping his eyes peeled wide.

trying to remember where he put the bodies, he looked at the door of the cold room in the corner and slowly

Clare wondered. She slowly advanced, the scream had come from inside a nearby house. Clare slowly and cautiously opened the wooden door. A slow creak was audible, and there she saw him.

A bunch of shuffling and paper crumpling sounds were heard until Sebastian opened the door. He looked tired, there were dark bags under his light blue eyes. A lop sided smile appeared on his face when he saw Jamie; he never liked people seeing him anything other than

I hadn’t been able to track down Bryan all day, so I resorted to playing with the kids at the playground, a huge wooden play structure set on fake grass a few levels above the ball park. At first, I could only think of how many germs were on indoor playsets, but a snap to reality reminded me that there were worse things around us than flu germs. I didn’t even know what kind of germs we were dealing with, or if we would all get sick sooner or later. Better to let the kids find their joy right now. The little kids’ eyes lit up when they saw it. The weight they’d been carrying fell away with a quick

“God dammit.” I pushed off the couch and managed to make it to the door. I opened it, half expecting Aiden to come back from his job, but bright blue locks told me otherwise.

She had been sick for the entire day and into the next night she hadn’t vomited in the last three hours and he thought she might have been over it but he still kept a bucket near her bed and was sleeping in the corner nearest her bed.he was nearly asleep when he felt something soft hit him in the face.

Outside the door, he heard the same clanking of metal locks. He was trapped inside.

Walking throughout the rest of the house, I saw the small dingy bathroom with plumbing coming out of the walls with holes everywhere and scum on the water on the shower walls. Looking at the mess in the bathroom, I saw the walls covered in dried blood.