The Night - Original Writing

"Don’t you know what happens between a man and a woman sometimes?!" The Italian was surprised, heart stricken by her question.

The sides of the enclosure gleamed softly beneath the opening, a faint silvery luminescence gracing the edges and faces of the gray-black rock unlike any of the rocks he’d seen in the hills around his home. “Home,” he thought. Where was home? Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck his back, convulsed his whole body,

"Adela is a lady of high standing. Do you mean to say she is involved?" Laughter ensued.

“What advice do I need from a man who won’t tell me is name, his age, or even why he can’t tell me anything about him?” she asked him, temper rising.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

Jonas and Gabe made it back to the house safely with people waiting on them. The cold,rushing wind was freezing them to death. Gabe,wrapped in his blanket was shivering, and silent in his seat. All he could see for miles is snow. The wind was bitterly cold.

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind.

“I-I-I just don’t… I just… Oh I don’t know, what did you have in mind.” Liz spit out.

“I’m Y/N. Thank you. For, you know.” She laughed; it was a beautiful laugh that I almost forgot to respond again.

The door creaked open as I entered and then I heard a sound. It locked behind me. I began

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

I watched as her eyes lit up at my offer, nearly bouncing up and down. She was excited and couldn’t seem to stop smiling at me.

Though puzzled, Gilbert let Anne guide him through the trees until they reached a small sylvan hut made of old boards and capped with evergreen branches that Gilbert had never seen before. Ducking through the low entranceway, the two entered the quaint hovel. Anne crossed the small space and sat down on a little stump, while Gilbert stood at the entrance, contemplating the room while lips parted in wonder. He held out his hand and caught a glimmering ray of golden light as it streamed through a crack in the thatched roof, and admired it tranquilly.

The man merely frowned back, and Mori offered his a smile before she turned to Allen. “You too.”

“The window,” I whisper under my breath as I point to the glass overlooking my driveway. In these spare moments, I entertain the idea of my intruder; once again, BOB comes to mind; he’s a lanky, hollowed out shell of a man with wild eyes and bared teeth. Julia peers out but it’s pure darkness, she shakes her head, black fills the entire window, no cars show themselves in the driveway.