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.

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 '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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Evelyn peeked down the hall from her bedroom making sure the light to her parents’ room was off, indicating that they had gone to sleep. When she saw the darkened hallway she knew that her parents had gone down for the night. Her younger sisters, ages 10 and 8, had been put to sleep a couple hours before. There was no one watching. Evelyn tiptoed down the stairs—thank God they were carpeted, which helped shield the noise of her steps—and she grabbed her mom’s car keys carefully exiting the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. She jogged to the car, which was parked on the street in front of her house and hopped inside, starting the engine. She quickly looked back to make sure that the older car’s engine had not stirred anyone in

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.

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. 
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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.

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