The Night - Original Writing

Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

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.

In the front room where the delivery had just taken place, Lelia closed her eyes, not wanting to hold the infant, or speak with Owen. Thus she pretended to sleep. However, the sleep she so desperately needed did not come. She was overwhelmed with thoughts of her life with Owen and her memories of Sam, they twisted and mingled together until they ultimately became one. Only then, did she drift into a deep slumber, putting an end to the difficult, complicated past nine months.

She eased the latch of the bedroom door open trying not to wake the Sheriff. Allison wasn’t sure if she intended on going into the predawn dying storm, or

She kept asking if she should cook dinner, but he wouldn’t answer her or talk to her. Mary noticed he wasn’t acting the same and that he was zoned out all the time. She was furious with him, and she left the room to figure out what she should do. She left to go to the kitchen, but she felt light and sick about what he did.

The reason Lauren had been alone was because her husband, Charles, had been away for the evening on a business trip. Of course, he’d asked Lauren to join him, but she declined, not wanting to get in the way of his work. By eleven that night, she wished she’d accepted.

“Your aunts and cousins are growing restless waiting on you. This is my second glass of wine. I need a little buzz to tune out Lisa and Renee’s shady remarks. The catty criticism began as soon as they walked in the door. They’re downstairs kissing your father’s ass like he’s the hold Messiah.” LaTonya hisses. “But enough about those miserable heffas, I have something special that’s the perfect finishing touches for tonight.” She hands Mya a small Tiffany’s jewelry box.

“The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a loud long wail of disappointment and misery gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street light flickering opposite shone on a quiet deserted road.”

During the day, excitement filled Margaret, knowing Andrew would be home later that evening. She wasn’t accustomed to being alone and was surprised Andrew went to the convention instead of sending Sylvia. After preparing a special dinner, she sat down to watch TV. Waking up later, she wondered why he failed to wake her when he came home. “He was probably tired and went on to bed,” she said, under her breath as she went up the upstairs to their bedroom. Opening the door without seeing him in bed, Margaret rushed downstairs, out to the garage

It was the middle of the night now, and Perceval did not want to wake Joan from her peaceful sleep, so he slid from bed as quietly as possible and tried to retrieve the chamber pot in the dark so he could vomit into it. But in his haze of fatigue and pain, he fumbled with the pot, and it clattered against the floor, waking Joan.

“What was the last thing he sent you?” Heather asked. She was laying on the floor of her friend Maddie’s single dorm room, absentmindedly playing with the shag carpet. The two girls had been enjoying a few glasses of wine, which opened the gates for Maddie’s ranting. They always picked Maddie’s room for their Friday wine nights because of her soft fairy lights and larger TV. The room was cramped because it was a single dorm, but the two girls survived.

It was a rough night, for both she and Uriah. She had put him in the bed with her, so that she could keep him dosed with the laudanum and to be able to keep a close watch on him through the night. The laudanum helped, but she could tell that the pain never completely left

Riah hesitantly entered her house hold as the cold fall air trailed in from outside. The house was completely empty with the exception of a small dog that refused to stop barking. Following the same dull routine, in the same dull house. An overpowering smell of rice filled the room, much to her dismay. Riah pulled out folders, notebooks, and a pen; steadily drowning herself in the incomplete work from the day.No matter how many lights were on, or how loud she played the music, her home still seemed to hold an eerie silence.

Eve strolled through the foggy mist back to her apartment, alone, but this time, she is as calm as the streets at night. Eve is desperately trying to find words to say to her little brother John. Eve cries at the fact that John will grow up with no siblings and no parents, but she is a little relieved as they do have a loving aunty. As Eve approaches the door to the apartment, she wipes the tears off her face as she does not want John to see her miserable and upset. To Eve’s surprise, John is fast asleep with the cold still in his eyes. With Eve still looking down at John, she has a small smirk on her face as she has realised that this was the first time John has slept peacefully in a very long time. The midnight breeze blows