The Night - Original Writing

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

Gasping for air and pushing an invisible ‘something’ away from her face, Charity sat up with a start and began gulping air into her lungs. It felt as if all her breath was suddenly squished out of her lungs. It was not a scary feeling. She remembered a dark shadow hovering over her, then consuming her, momentarily, smothering her. At first, the shadow radiated love, compassion, and understanding- feelings that returned once she could breathe again.

It was Four o 'clock in the morning, and despite the warmth of the bed, Minerva couldn 't sleep. The thumping of the dryer didn 't usually bother her, but tonight it was all she could focus on as she tossed and turned. Now, she laid awake, eyes wide with indirectable annoyance while she stared at the ceiling, considering her options. She knew she wouldn 't be able to get to sleep, but the thought of getting up irked her. Sleep was a commodity, and she never got enough of it.

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.

He awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding in his ears, his eyes darted around the dark room. His breath came in short, rapid pants, his thoughts were fuzzy. Cold sweat beaded on his skin and soaked his tawny hair, making it stick to his forehead. The damp sheets twisted around his legs. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There was his desk with a small, messy mountain of homework that need to be finished, his closet, and the familiar bare walls. A little light trickled in through gaps of the blackout curtains. With a groan, Leon untangled himself from the sheets and  dropped his head back onto his pillow. He twisted his neck to face the digital clock on the nightstand.

There was deep stillness in the house. The strangled, agonized coughing that went on all day and all night had temporarily grown silent. The moon was up, and through the open window brightly lighted the room. Within the four walls, isolated from the routine of the world she heard no sound but the irregular labored breathing that raised and lowered her father 's chest and the ticking of the clock on the bedside table. An unpleasant feeling came over her; being alone with him felt somehow improper; somehow unsettling. Looking at him lying motionless, wasted hands stretched across his sunken belly, she recalled the terrible things he had done to her in this room. She grieved for what had been stolen from her. She became more and more

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.

Ebon tossed and turned in his room bed that night. After a playing his flute for a little while, he, Ilene, and Grace went to eat downstairs. The food was delicious. Grace then said she had to get home. Ebon wondered why, but decided it best not to ask her. He and Ilene went back up to their rooms and went to bed.

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.

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.

Everyday, it seemed I and June always sat by the lustered dark river, for hours staring at nothing but the clouds in the sky roll by and the sun setting at the horizon, disappearing behind the tall pointed mountains. It was always so beautiful, peaceful, and enlightning.

As I woke up I could already smell the sweet scent of freshly baked bread coming from the bakers across the road.I could also hear a faint pattering on my downstairs door.As I tentatively stepped down each step the pattering began to embark on a crescendo, louder and louder it got until it became a banging.I

When I woke there was a loud thud. I jump up. The room was pitch black and I couldn 't see a thing. I try to find the lamp puting my hand on the desk feeling for it. When I turned it on there was a scream downstairs. I jump out of bed pushing the box off the desk. I nearly trip running to the stairs. I keep my hand on the railing making it halfway there until I hear the familiar noise of ticking. The light downstairs was the only thing I could see besides a dark silhouette of man holding a woman by her neck. I cover my mouth. I see the man throw the women to the side and hear a crash again. My heart was beating so hard I thought he could hear it. My grip on the rail tightens as I slowly make my way back up the stairs. I barely make it to

Instead of waking up to the sound of the ocean crashing against the sand, Jordan woke to the rustling of leaves. He looked around his new room, which was filled with boxes that needed to be unpacked. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he got up and looked out his window, curious about the sound. He peeked out the window, shocked at what he saw. He could have sworn the leaves on the trees were all green last night! But now, they were vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. Some leaves were sprinkled on the ground, and some were in large piles. Kids were leaping in and out of them, laughing and smiling. They fell from the sky like a tropical storm, showering the ground below. Why are the leaves these colors? Jordan wondered, not knowing much other than