The Night - Original Writing

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

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.

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

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,

The building has erupted into a fury of unnatural swaying motions. Bright flames now rage around me as if they themselves are the tongues of death trying to reach out, grasp me, and lick my last breath away with their suffocating smoke. I start yelling in a coughing voice, which is rapidly being choked away by all of the smoke inhalation. I am praying that someone can hear my hoarse voice over the noise of the deafening angry flames. The flames are reaching out towards me even closer and again I yell!

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.

The sky got darker, or so it seemed, as I woke up on the heavily carpeted floor in a small room. It had no signs or buttons, and I could feel the rapid descent downward that pulled on my entire body; an elevator, perhaps?

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 night was alight in fire and smoke. Screams filled the air with the crashing of giant wings. Their world was ending, but they had a chance to save the next one from the same fate.

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

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