The Night - Original Writing

The three candles had burned halfway and Su Zhe was completely asleep on the bed next to him. He 'd curled up naked in the fur while Su Zhe moved to dress and he began to regret his decision now, when his entire body was exposed to the chillier room. A half-emptied vial was left on the table near the bed, along with a now-dried towel.

The weekend approached fast, and the fall air in San Diego County was becoming crisper in the mornings. By this time, depending on the elevation in San Diego County, there was frost upon the leaves of grass that were still green as ever. Daytime temperatures were still reaching seventy to seventy-five degrees on average. It was Friday of that weekend, and Clarissa had told Johnny that she would meet him, all dolled up, at the cocktail lounge of the ‘Lyndham Hotel,’ which was just above the Oceanside Pier. Clarissa arrived first at the new and glamorous hotel cocktail lounge. It was a busy evening, and there were quite a few people already scattered about the lounge. As she walked into the lounge’s entrance, her look and presence turned many heads. It was exactly seven in the evening when Clarissa strutted herself into this establishment looking and feeling her best. She rested up two hours before this event so she would have as much energy as she could. The heads turned. Men and women dressed in conservative cocktail wear examined Clarissa from head to toe. From her toes, she was wearing silver strapped, open toe, high heels. Her toenails were painted red. As one looked from her feet to her legs, her skinny legs shined from the lotion she applied to them. Right below her knee caps, there was the base of her cocktail dress. The cocktail dress she picked out was that of a pure white color. The dress consisted of a slight imprinted design within it; it must have been a faint

"It 's been two hours. Maybe she 's in for the night." Logan whined, hopeful and uneasy. They 'd been through a Big Mac each, fries, Doritos, and he 'd had a milkshake she 'd warned against and now knew why. He was thinking tonight was a bust, more than a bust, he reminded himself, because he 'd spent way too much time with Veronica Mars.

Tripping, I place my hand on the bathroom door and rush inside. The door swings behind me as I rush to the stall.

She strode into the room as elegant as ever, as if trying to be noticed, trying to be loved, trying to say something. Nothing moved in the silent room, as she walked in and observed it carefully, like a hawk stalking its prey. She became aware that she was now alone in the dark room, with nothing to notice her, to love her, to hear her. She walked over to the window and looked out into the night. The dark streets were silent, with not one light to be seen in the night. She closed her eyes and hoped, that when she opened them, she wouldn 't be alone anymore, that she would have a family to be loved by. But she knew in her heart that her hope was false, and she was still standing in the dark, now chilling room. Iris stood there, staring into the darkness of the empty room. The realization of being alone hit her like a silent explosion went off in the room itself. Iris was hopeless. She walked over to the dusty light switch that loomed in the corner of the room, as if to warn its visitors of what was about to be lifted from the shadows. Iris flicked the switch cautiously, and closed her eyes as the room enlightened. Iris slowly opened her eyes to adjust to the bright light, and observed the new perspective of the room. She looked around, and one thing was different. A boy. Sitting in an old chair on the far side of the room that looked as if it would collapse at any moment. Iris suddenly felt different. She felt a small spark of warmth deep inside her, gradually growing, making

he purple sunrise awoke the nature around Wanniansi Temple, illuminating the skies from darkness. Empty and hazy, Toki tried to collect her thoughts from the day before. The temple training seemed so vivid yesterday, but though just less than twelve hours ago, the memory seemed like decades old.

Dan had found Phil something to slip into and had passed him both that and a towel before leading the boy to the bathroom and making quick work not to linger. He wasn’t altogether alone but in that moment, he felt alone with his thoughts. The pattering of rain mixed with the noise of his shower faucet. It became a quiet reminder of Dan’s previously glum mood. He couldn’t drag himself from the memories of his brother’s body lying baby blue in his arms. His jaw locked into place and his hands balled into fists. It was his fault. If he had just taken his brother in the first place it never would have happened. It was his fault.

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.

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.

Home had all the blinds shut, blocked out any inch of sunlight that would try to peak its way through. It was hot outside, but the central air kept the inside of the house cool but it became too cool for me as I stepped foot into my kitchen from the garage door. It made it hard for me to take off my suit jacket as I made my way from the kitchen into my bedroom. My boys stayed back with Paul and allowed me to come home just to rest.

I had glanced over at my mom, her breaths were shallow and light. Her eyes were closed and her hair was still soaked from the shower. She tapped my Dad on the hand,

Everything was grey wonderful grey. Grey cloudy skies. Life felt still, empty, and quiet outside. So quiet. Then something clicked in my mind and noise filled my head getting rid of the empty feeling and filling it up with life. 
White windowless houses all side by side for miles. If not for the door a house would be blank. Some house didn 't even have doors. They were the new models of houses. I walked on the street because there are no roads to walk on. 
The sight of ever lasting green trees came into my view. And I knew I had reached the park. The park full of plants that never died. And there he was. It was the first time I saw him like this. 
The first time I could see him in real life. I could just barely see his dark almost black eyes under his dark brown bangs. His skin was pale white just like mine. I noticed how his face changed from a distant gaze into a bright lit up smile when he saw me. 
"You came!" I felt shocked to hear his voice. 
It sounded familar like as if I had forgotten it. I had forgotten what a voice could sound like. I opened my mouth to try and speak but nothing came out. He looked at me puzzled by how mute I was. 
"Come on it 's not that hard. Don 't tell me you 've forgotten how to talk as well." His voice full of disappointment made me want to speak to him and tell him I could talk. 
"I..." 
His face perked up. "Go on." He encouraged me. 
"I... I can talk." I was surprised by my own voice. It had been a long time since I needed to speak. 
"I

It was weird, but the cats seemed to have understood me as they both began to turn slowly around and sulk away from the school. Heading back towards wherever they had originally come from.

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.

Was it a knock that had woken her? It was a late night, and everyone was asleep in bed. All except for this girl. She was awake. She was asleep all this time, for every single day of the year, except for this day. Something woke her up. She thought it was nothing and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the noise again but louder. She wondered what it was. But in thinking of it all, he went back to bed yet again.However, half an hour later, she was awake yet again. It wasn’t a sound this time, it was a sight that woke her up! She knew that because a the shadow of the light in her room changed even though she had the lamp on.