The Night - Original Writing

It was a typical Saturday morning in the Silvey household. I got up and got ready for work. The kids were in the living room watching cartoons as they normally do, with only one exception. I noticed that the house was a little messy and my wife was nowhere around. So I asked my oldest daughter if she had seen her. She said that she was lying in the guest room sleeping and that she wasn’t feeling well. I figured that she was still a little under the weather from a cold the week before, but that was no excuse to let the house go.

She strode into the room as elegant as ever, as if trying to be noticed, trying to be loved, trying to say something. Nothing moved in the silent room, as she walked in and observed it carefully, like a hawk stalking its prey. She became aware that she was now alone in the dark room, with nothing to notice her, to love her, to hear her. She walked over to the window and looked out into the night. The dark streets were silent, with not one light to be seen in the night. She closed her eyes and hoped, that when she opened them, she wouldn 't be alone anymore, that she would have a family to be loved by. But she knew in her heart that her hope was false, and she was still standing in the dark, now chilling room. Iris stood there, staring into the darkness of the empty room. The realization of being alone hit her like a silent explosion went off in the room itself. Iris was hopeless. She walked over to the dusty light switch that loomed in the corner of the room, as if to warn its visitors of what was about to be lifted from the shadows. Iris flicked the switch cautiously, and closed her eyes as the room enlightened. Iris slowly opened her eyes to adjust to the bright light, and observed the new perspective of the room. She looked around, and one thing was different. A boy. Sitting in an old chair on the far side of the room that looked as if it would collapse at any moment. Iris suddenly felt different. She felt a small spark of warmth deep inside her, gradually growing, making

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.

I sit in the creaky chair in my dad’s office, rocking back and forth against the black leather as I stare blankly at the computer screen. The house is vacant save for my mother and I, and there is an aura of stillness and the air feels stifling. The TV is off and the house does not possess its usual feeling of liveliness. The only noise which invades the silence is my mother in the kitchen, singing softly along to the radio. It was the Saturday of labor day weekend and was filled with naps and Star Wars movie marathons. The house is dark, except of the light of the office and two lamps positioned in the living room. By this time, around 7 or 8 at night, my family had left the house for their own reasons, leaving only my mom and I to an

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

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.

In Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a young girl named Colleen sat in a small square room with lavender walls. This night was spent in her own company like all others were. Children’s laughter from outside her window masked the girl’s sporadic sighs. Colleen wasn’t sure what made her so different from the other kids in her neighborhood or at school or why being different was considered a bad thing. All Colleen knew was she didn’t have a friend in the whole wide world, and it was lonely. Although her parents loved her as a baby, as time went on they began to lose interest as if she was a hobby and not their child.

Sophia watched as he walked towards the dining room. His walk was unchanged with their encounter and she wondered how many other girls who talked to with such familiarity.

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.

The huge white doors opened and man came out of the hallway. A stern silent type with a nameless suit blood leather shoes. His dead eyes scanned the thin nervous looking man in a seat closest to the door. There were visible scars signs and healing cuts on his exposed skin and he must have been trying to reorganize the hair on his head. "Me?"He man hunched un-confidently pointing to himself. Dead eyes said nothing, for they were the only two in the room. A quick embarrassing scan of the large empty room and he nodded smiling softly at his own unawareness. Dead eyes didn 't smile back but stepped out of the way holding the door open. "Right." The thin Man pushed himself up taking a deep breath that he surely needed more of. He was lead in

As I sit inside this cold and dingy home I hear the doorbell from what seems miles away. Making my way to the door I hear a loud voice from the other side of the door “Jake, I finally made it!”. I open the door and she continues “the ride was horrible! Didn’t think I was gonna make it.” This was the last thing I wanted to hear. Deep inside I wished she hadn’t make it. I felt anger and disappointment seeing her. I held it in and gave her a half grind. We stood at the door with what seemed like a century. Her voice then snapped me back to reality. She said, “Are you doing to let me in silly?” I replied “yes, yes of course!”. As we walked together pass the large living room into the kitchen all the memories of this house rushed me. I remember the year she and I played throughout this house. How happy our company our grandparents. Entering the kitchen she leans over, placing her arms around me and giving me a huge hug. Her warmth was what I had sought after for months. Her hugs felt as if our grandmother was once again hugging me. I smiled for the first time in months. At that moment I want to hold her and sob. Although, my resentment and anger didn’t allow me to. She then turned to the house and said “this house feels so warm and full of life.” At that moment I wanted to reply how that could be? We have lost the person that would make this house feel alive. Yet, I kept my mouth shut. She continued “grandma would be so proud of you.” “You were always her favorite”. Then the

A loud thunder woke Shifa up, it was very dark. Along with the thunder, she could clearly hear the regular reoccurrence of a heartbeat. Where was she? it 's not like she was uncomfortable, then why couldn 't she move her hand, it was stuck somewhere. Last she remembered, she was hopelessly sitting on the floor of her room looking at the raindrop from the window, but nothing was constraining her at that time. She tried looking around, only to realize that she was on Azlaan 's bed, her head on his chest and his arms holding her whole body in his frame, as if sheltering her from an alien threat. He was softly snoring, oblivion to the fact that Shifa was wide awake.

That morning, the day before the Thing happened, I woke up to my room: a complete mess. Even just navigating my way to the door was a task that took five long minutes, and upon reaching it, I had to throw things out of the way to open it wide enough to slip through.

Knock, Knock, ding dong, ding dong, Knock, knock, I woke up out of a sound sleep to a frantic knock at the door followed by the ringing of the doorbell. This happened several times before I was coherent enough to realize it was not a dream. I sat up and place my feet on the side of the bed placing them in the slippers that I slip on and off when I am going to bed. I could hear a voice behind the knocks but it frightened me when I looked at the clock. I gaited like a duck to the front door because my left foot would often become stiff when not in use for an extended length of time. Although afraid to answer I decided to listen to the voice on the other side of the door before calling the police. When my mind realizes who was the owner

Was it a knock that had woken her? It was a late night, and everyone was asleep in bed. All except for this girl. She was awake. She was asleep all this time, for every single day of the year, except for this day. Something woke her up. She thought it was nothing and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the noise again but louder. She wondered what it was. But in thinking of it all, he went back to bed yet again.However, half an hour later, she was awake yet again. It wasn’t a sound this time, it was a sight that woke her up! She knew that because a the shadow of the light in her room changed even though she had the lamp on.