The Night - Original Writing

Michael shifted his eyes glancing over at her which caused Angela to recoil in her seat, and when she did a sharp, searing pain erupted in her head that felt like someone was driving a knife through her right eye tunneling for her brain.

They darkened and sharpened, brown turning almost black. His lips curled back almost like a snarl, showing slightly yellowed teeth, like he was a smoker. There was a moment that Rachel was sure that he was going to reach out, grab her, hurt her. She was sure that her heart stopped beating for a moment.

At the familiar sound of Mary’s voice, Angela slowly cracked one eye open before shooting up in bed. She felt her chest tightening as she realized that she was back in her dorm room. Her light blue comforter had fallen off of the bed as it did every night and her legs were completely tanged in her sheets as if she had been tossing and turning in her sleep.

Slamming the door once inside, she heard the muffled sounds of her family throughout the house. She tore off her white trench coat, and threw it in front of the wash. She hoped that she would eventually be able to get that mud off the sleeve from the man touching her. It was quiet for a bit, until her family finally realized mom was home. That gave her a few minutes to scrutinize the object. She took it into the kitchen, where the light was

My bed had never been more comfortable and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow: “Raine, why are you crying?” Vivian asked. “It’s nothing...really. Daddy just yelled at me and I’m a little upset,” I mumble, wiping my eyes. Concern

“Amanda? I’m home!” Called Linda James as she burst through the door carrying an armload of grocery bags. “I need help putting the groceries away.”

A dull noise pounded in Anne’s head, pulling her out of he sleep. She reached for the alarm and noticed it was way too early to be going off. Fully awake, she realized the disturbance was coming from the hallway. Annoyed, she threw on her robe and went to the front door, now she could hear voices. She opened the door, poked her head out and saw two large men holding up a sofa.

“I must be insane letting you in my apartment,” Alexandra said as she threw the blankets and pillow back into the closet. “You know that right? You literally almost beat a man to death last night.” She turned to look at him, but he was just leaning against the counter looking at his feet. She knew she should stop talking, but when Alex was nervous her mouth kept going.

Lani then woke up and when she saw Alex she froze. “A-Alex.” said Lani still shaken up by where she was. “ALEX!!!” Screamed Lani, embracing him and nearly caused the diver to hit a nearby building. “Thank goodness.” whispered Lani. Alex didn’t say anything just gave her a warm smile and hugged her back, then Megan, and Samheed woke up. Megan looked at her outfit and smiled

A soft grunt left the body as it shifted under sheets and the eyelids fluttered opened revealing warm brown eyes. The cool sheet slid down the body as the person sat up revealing the lithe female body that had been hidden from view. Her long arm reached on the nightstand to her phone which had disturbed her sleep. Liana silenced the phone with a small sigh and place the menacing device back on the stand. She didn’t want to get up but it was the first day of winter vacation and she wanted to get most of her school work out the way. She looked at the time and from the looks of it she would have the house to herself. Her parents had already left for work. Not caring much for her appearance, she made her was made her way

She snapped out of her thoughts once she realized that the lights and TV in her living room were on, which was odd to her because she normally turns everything off when she leaves and she lives alone. She scrunched her face up when she began to hear faint footsteps, indicating that someone was in her home.

In the morning, Caireann woke me up. She stood above my bed, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, looking at her. Then I looked across the room to her empty bed. Andy 's empty bed sat in the corner. I swallowed, climbing out of bed.

"Hello!" A familiar voice shouted through the main door. Alex peeked out the blinds by his desk and down to the front door nearly right below his room. Outside of the door was another classmate of mine, and best friend, Detra. Her short brown hair was lightly bouncing in the chilled breeze. Alex jumped out of his chair and rushed down the stairs to get the

Casey woke alone to an orange Creamsicle sky. The bedside clock flipped to 6:37 a.m. Did Ray arrive yesterday and did they spend most of the night making love or was that another dream? The other option, she had gone completely off her rocker. Her hand snaked to the other side of the bed, still warm, and there was a slight impression of a body. She shivered remembering another night when there had been an imprint in the coverlet, and no one was there.

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