The Night - Original Writing

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 '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.

Bailey and I finished breakfast, and cleaned up the dishes and table in silence. I didn’t know what I said to shut him up. Maybe I asked too many questions about that girl and what he was going to do once he found her.

A loud thunder woke Shifa up, it was very dark. Along with the thunder, she could clearly hear the regular reoccurrence of a heartbeat. Where was she? it 's not like she was uncomfortable, then why couldn 't she move her hand, it was stuck somewhere. Last she remembered, she was hopelessly sitting on the floor of her room looking at the raindrop from the window, but nothing was constraining her at that time. She tried looking around, only to realize that she was on Azlaan 's bed, her head on his chest and his arms holding her whole body in his frame, as if sheltering her from an alien threat. He was softly snoring, oblivion to the fact that Shifa was wide awake.

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.

Castle woke up with bleary eyes and a dull headache. He had been up late writing and couldn 't even remember when he had went to bed last night-probably sometime early this morning. Beckett had awoken quite a while ago, judging by the coolness of the sheets, and had let him sleep a bit longer. He shuffled into the bathroom, turning on the light, and squinted at the in"tensity of the brightness. Definitely had a headache. As he washed his face he felt a bit of stubble and made a mental note to shave.

In the early morning in the magical forest, we lived in a cabin. The sun gleaming through the leafs on the trees, the water glowing blue as it flows down from the melting snow as it falls into the lake.

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning.

I felt strong arms lift me up and put me on my makeshift bed. I just laid there shivering. When I finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep it had been a few hours later and I had stopped trembling, only then had I noticed who pulled me out of there, Mike. I know I can count on him.

The walls of the shaft violently shuddered, the ground shook, rocks tumbled and a deep rumbling sound filled my ears. The workers around me were yelling and running to safety, I ran too but I realised I had to go back and get it, I just had too. I blacked out and was awoken by Jim, he was shaking me, trying to get me back to consciousness. It felt like I was paralysed, I couldn’t move or talk. I looked around in a haze, there was no one in sight, all I could feel was the agonising pain in my leg. I looked down to my leg wrapped in a jacket, covered in blood. When I finally regained function I was bombarded by Jim questioning “why would you do that Robbie, why would you run into danger?”, I just stared blankly in response. “We are stuck in here, the rest got out, why would you go back?” he asked angrily. I replied with “I had to get this” while looking down to the small ratty teddy bear I held in the calloused palm of my hand.

Everything was beautiful that night. The sky was as clear as the spring water. The weather was so beautiful that we thought that we were not in the summer. I was sitting outside the house in our garden with my parents. We were having a nice chat after a delicious homemade crispy chicken with fries that my mom usually do. Everything was just perfect until my father received the unexpected call. The call that I wished my father didn’t receive.

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

I woke up first in the morning. I had slept too much and could not sleep anymore. It felt so good lying there in between them that I didn’t want to move - I felt so safe, warm, protected and loved.

The lights were out for the fifth time that year. I was no stranger to the darkness. I lit a candle and watched the fire as it burned fiercely enough to brighten up my small bedroom. I sighed with relief. I had become accustomed to the frequent power outages and naturally developed a routine: showering before four o’clock. The electricians never turned the power off before then. I heard the screech of broken brakes outside of my window. Mom was home. She parked her twelve-year old Expedition in front of our apartment. I glared outside toward the raggedy truck, with its involuntary hydraulics and awkward lean. Mom opened the apartment door with a sigh of familiarity and set a bag down. “Dinner’s on the kitchen table”, she grumbled as she

Instead of waking up to the sound of the ocean crashing against the sand, Jordan woke to the rustling of leaves. He looked around his new room, which was filled with boxes that needed to be unpacked. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he got up and looked out his window, curious about the sound. He peeked out the window, shocked at what he saw. He could have sworn the leaves on the trees were all green last night! But now, they were vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. Some leaves were sprinkled on the ground, and some were in large piles. Kids were leaping in and out of them, laughing and smiling. They fell from the sky like a tropical storm, showering the ground below. Why are the leaves these colors? Jordan wondered, not knowing much other than