The Night - Original Writing

He half knelt, half climbed onto the bed, bearing her down onto the mattress. Onto her back so that her long tresses splayed out around her head like a halo. He couldn't help but notice the small peaks of her nipples, the rich fabric lifted on both breasts, and realised with a flush of embarrassment that he was stiff within his trousers. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, in all those stolen moments in half-shadowed rooms and fields, but there was a sudden newness to it all nevertheless. This was different...so different...with her cousin sleeping down the corridor.

"Keep surprising me." Richard responded with a drowsy grin, feeling the pace of Lexi's pulse slow under her skin, and watched her eyelids close. Only after she was on her way to dreamland, did Richard close his own eyes, the image of the faint smile on Lexi's face that his last comment had elicited imprinted in his mind as he fell into a deep, restful sleep, Alexandra safe in his embrace.

My bed had never been more comfortable and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow: “Raine, why are you crying?” Vivian asked. “It’s nothing...really. Daddy just yelled at me and I’m a little upset,” I mumble, wiping my eyes. Concern

As I wiped the crust off my eyes while waking up I noticed a man with dark lush hair lying down next to me, faced down in my bed. I began to think, ‘what had I done?’, then I remembered I had gone to the bar last night.

“I have never desired a woman the way I desire you,” he whispered, his breaths short, rapid… I could feel his manliness pressing firmly against me. His hands held

Down on the floor, I turned my back slowly to the bed. I knew she might look over the edge soon and I wanted her to think I was asleep. I didn’t want to see her big blue eyes and the face I knew would be wide awake. I never slept, but I wanted to pretend I did now. If she believed I was asleep, she’d be less likely to –

Bright red, white, and blue lights are all my heavy, blurry eyes could see through wide front widows of my house. The horrendous wailing of the sirens was the only thing that was keeping me from being swept out of reality. As I was trying to organize my tangled thoughts, I flashed back to last night. Last night I stood in a small family house located in a tight-knit neighborhood, and I was wiping my blood soaked hands on my black pants. Each image from the night before left a permanent imprint on my mind. I remember sprinting to the back of the two-bedroom house where my victim, who was a close friend, was sprawled on the slick red floor. Commanding shouts coming from outside of my house were beginning to penetrate my ears, pulling me back

It was a typical Saturday morning in the Silvey household. I got up and got ready for work. The kids were in the living room watching cartoons as they normally do, with only one exception. I noticed that the house was a little messy and my wife was nowhere around. So I asked my oldest daughter if she had seen her. She said that she was lying in the guest room sleeping and that she wasn’t feeling well. I figured that she was still a little under the weather from a cold the week before, but that was no excuse to let the house go.

It was Four o 'clock in the morning, and despite the warmth of the bed, Minerva couldn 't sleep. The thumping of the dryer didn 't usually bother her, but tonight it was all she could focus on as she tossed and turned. Now, she laid awake, eyes wide with indirectable annoyance while she stared at the ceiling, considering her options. She knew she wouldn 't be able to get to sleep, but the thought of getting up irked her. Sleep was a commodity, and she never got enough of it.

I waited silently, not daring to move, not even to breathe. I crouched behind the door, curling myself into the smallest shape possible, hoping I would not be found. Outside, the floorboards groaned in protest as the creature stalked ever closer towards me. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, which was threatening to choke me. I waited. Suddenly, it happened. A gnarly hand clasped around my coat collar and lifted me into the muddled shadows of one of the upstairs hallways in Saint Luke 's Church.

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.

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

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

The Saturday morning, when I did cleaning I saw a very beautiful box lay on my closet. I knew what is inside it, it is a neck chain John gave to me when we were together. I opened the box and brought the chain out; I started to remember old things…… It was also a Saturday, I went out the house in desperate search of deserted paths, beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the sounds of the sleepy city and something that would make me smile. Autumn was already in the air and I was thinking about how cruel was the world and how impossible was to be happy in it. It is not that I was broken hearted by I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the sky and set at a bench, which was John and I usually set and talked dreams together. My eye got indistinct and tears flowed along my canthus. I looked up the sky, it was cloudy and gloomy, the cloud looked thick, gray, and muddy. I could not see where did the sun was, maybe the sun is afraid of the cold. Without the sun, the city was like the old tree that has lost its soul did not have any vigor.

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.