The Night - Original Writing

Bright red, white, and blue lights are all my heavy, blurry eyes could see through wide front widows of my house. The horrendous wailing of the sirens was the only thing that was keeping me from being swept out of reality. As I was trying to organize my tangled thoughts, I flashed back to last night. Last night I stood in a small family house located in a tight-knit neighborhood, and I was wiping my blood soaked hands on my black pants. Each image from the night before left a permanent imprint on my mind. I remember sprinting to the back of the two-bedroom house where my victim, who was a close friend, was sprawled on the slick red floor. Commanding shouts coming from outside of my house were beginning to penetrate my ears, pulling me back

As I snuck my way around the desolate cabin where the vampire, Robert, held a seven year old girl my heart started to race. Adrenaline pumped ferociously through my body as I felt for the vamp 's power signature that had allowed me to track him through this god forsaken forest. So when my heart rate slowed down as I made my way through the trees at a crouch, I should have questioned the change. When my accelerated breathing evened out before I was going to step into the clearing, I should have been ready.

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

In the morning, I woke up to a completely silent room. With a groan, I rolled over in my bed, opening my eyes to see Vic 's bed empty. He wasn 't in the dorm, so that told he must 've went out to do something before class.

"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.

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

had been raining for a week in the city of Berlin. Thomas looked out his bedroom window at the passerby 's wearing their yellow rain coats, holding tattered umbrellas above their heads. The gray clouds hung over head and showed no sign of blowing over. Thomas sighed as he slung his legs over the opposite side of his twin bead and slipped into his monster truck slippers. He was droopy already from the weather and didn 't think his Saturday would be much fun. He threw his hand over his silver bedroom door knob and opened the door. The smell of fresh blueberry pancakes, syrup, and bacon filled his nostrils and instantly chased away his mopey mood. With a hop in his step he cheerily bounced into the kitchen where he found his mom hard at

It was like any other show. A mixture of nervousness and excitement filled the air which, surprisingly, smelled just like the hairspray which hung over the freshly-curled heads of hair of the group of dancers which I stood with. The lights were dim in the side stage wing, allowing me to see only the silhouette of my friend, Jade, who stood impatiently next to me.

She rushed home after work telling Rachael of her dinner plans for the night and she promised she wouldn’t interrupt them. She did however want a full report of the night’s events the following day. Lila had decided to go with something more casual since they weren’t actually going out for dinner this time. She settled for a pair of jeans and soft green sweater. She twirled around a couple of times happy with the way things fit, put on her coat and headed out.

I woke in a dreamlike state, temporarily wondering where I was, and then remembered. I reached for but did not find Louis on either side of me. A light quilt covered me, but I was definitely alone in the bed. Disappointed and wondering where Louis had gone, I sat up in bed to look around the room. The sun shining through the open doors suggested it was early afternoon.

“May I ask what happened?” Alex asked, his hand still tightly gripping mine as I practically pulled him down the stairs.

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.

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.

Arlo stood on the side of the street walk staring. An object in the window had caught his wandering gaze. It 's sheen of gold, caused him to stand with his eyes transfixed upon the shops outside window.