The Night - Original Writing

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

Carla went to a party in a neighborhood that was not familiar to her. The host of the party was only introduced a week ago through a mutual friend. After entering the party and looking around, she noticed that none of her friends had yet arrived. This was not a problem for her, taking off her coat and grabbing a drink, she introduced herself to the other people at the party until her friends arrived. At the end of the night, she felt very energized and happy. Connor arrived at the same party shortly after Carla. He had not really even wanted to come to the party, but Cara and his other friends had convinced him. He entered the house and could not see anyone he knew, so he decided to wait in the quieter part of the room until his other friends arrived. Connor had fun at the party, but after it had ended he was tired decided to go straight to bed when he arrived at home without talking to anyone else. Both of these characters arrived at a party. The difference between the two friends lies in their personality types: Carla was an extrovert, or a person who is “concerned primarily with the physical and social environment.” In contrast, Connor was an introvert, or a person who is “characterized by concern primarily with his or her own thoughts and feelings.” According to twentieth-century psychologist Carl Jung, humanity can be divided into these two main personality types. The differences between these two personality types can be found biologically, socially, and behaviorally.

She rolled onto her side, and grabbed her phone to see what she missed the night before. The brightness was all the way up, causing her to tear up and rub her eyes. She yawned and braved the cold in her house. She stood up, threw on her favorite sweatshirt and trudged down the hallway to the living room. She sank into the couch, but the sweet scent of cinnamon pancakes, maple syrup, and perfectly crisp home fries filled the air, making her stomach grumble. Alexis knew breakfast would be gone if she didn 't get it soon. She grumbled, and shuffled into the kitchen, when her little brothers, James and

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.

Heavy rain clouds rolled over the city, blocking out the sun and casting eerie shadows across Tom’s room. Moments later, a blue-white flash of lightning split the dark sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder. The impending storm perfectly fit Tom’s melancholy mood, and turning away from the window, he placed the last of his belongings in a small carrier bag and placed it on the bed. The day after his admittance, Penhall had thoughtfully brought in clothing and toiletries, but Tom had stubbornly refused to see his friend, or anyone else, including Fuller. He was not ready to face the barrage of questions he knew they would ask, and because he hadn’t spoken to Booker since his arrival at the hospital, he had no idea

Nothing but darkness laid ahead as I slid rapidly down a massive tunnel. My grasp tightened around the crystal skull and landed on a rocky turf. Then, I brushed the dust off my soiled dress, and waded through the murky water. Between the humidity of the cave and failure to hold the hems of the dress up, I decided to toss it and keep walking in a slip, relieved to breathe.

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.

There was deep stillness in the house. The strangled, agonized coughing that went on all day and all night had temporarily grown silent. The moon was up, and through the open window brightly lighted the room. Within the four walls, isolated from the routine of the world she heard no sound but the irregular labored breathing that raised and lowered her father 's chest and the ticking of the clock on the bedside table. An unpleasant feeling came over her; being alone with him felt somehow improper; somehow unsettling. Looking at him lying motionless, wasted hands stretched across his sunken belly, she recalled the terrible things he had done to her in this room. She grieved for what had been stolen from her. She became more and more

She rushed home after work telling Rachael of her dinner plans for the night and she promised she wouldn’t interrupt them. She did however want a full report of the night’s events the following day. Lila had decided to go with something more casual since they weren’t actually going out for dinner this time. She settled for a pair of jeans and soft green sweater. She twirled around a couple of times happy with the way things fit, put on her coat and headed out.

During the summer you can find the same scene on any Saturday night. I see an elderly man near the entrance setting behind a table covered with stacks of booklets. I can tell he is employed by the park by the dark green polo shirt and tan ball cap he is wearing. Even from a distance I can hear him shout, “Programs! Get your programs. Three dollars!” As a middle aged man wearing a dark t-shirt and baggy blue jeans walks through the door. It becomes obvious that he is experienced with the process. With cash in hand he approaches the man selling programs and makes a silent exchange. Tossing his cash on the table, he snatches up a program and quickly makes his way to a nearby table to study his newly purchased information. Just then I noticed a well dress couple just inside the building. Their eyes are full of excitement and wonder as they glance around and whisper quietly to each other. Slowly they approach the man selling programs. Although I am too far away to hear the conversation, it appears they are new to the game and the greeter is explaining the documents he has available. The couple purchases a program and slowly walks away holding hands. They continue to look around as the young man begins to flip through the booklet they just purchased. The woman tugs on his arm and they too make their way to a table in the middle of the room.

I sat on the bench outside the apartments as I watched the day we had finished practice and all the girls had plans so I sat here and watched the weather. I had been sad all day so I half expected rain and terrible downpour and cloudy and grey just terrible weather but it wasn 't. It was beautiful the sun was shining and it was slightly cloudy so it was perfect 65 degrees out I looked at the sky and just sat my head on my knee I wanted to cry but maybe my eyes had dried out from crying I pulled my knees up and I just sat in silent as the chilled air wrapped around me I just watched the empty space for what felt like ever. I still watched the sky as a car pull up in front of me I heard the door open and close and soon there was a person in

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.

SATURDAY MORNING WAS BRIGHT AND SUNNY and the children were up early eager to practice with their new gifts.

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.