The Night - Original Writing

“I stayed up all night doing it, dad. Don’t tell mom!” He scampered away to show his two little sisters, Daphne and Sadie. I walked into the kitchen and there was my wife standing by the stove frying up some eggs for breakfast. Her light brown hair was in a low bun and her apron covered in random assortment of ingredients from the baking that she love so dearly.

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

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 marvelled as her grandson sat admiring as she told them the story of how she and her husband had met. Though she had told it many times she was always fascinated by how attentively Bruno sat, listening as she spoke. 'It was a winters afternoon; wet and windy, quite like this day. I was at his fathers restaurant with my mother. Your grandfather was our waiter that day. He came over to me and smiled, ' said Nathalie tapping her husbands arm as she spoke. 'We stayed all afternoon and by coincidence I might add, we left the restaurant at the same time. Our chauffeur was there but he insisted that he should open the door for such a lovely lady– '

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

Sawyer began to stir from a good night’s sleep, which is rare due to her stress accumulated from her job. She instinctively reached to other side of the bed expecting to feel the warmth of human flesh. Opening her eyes only to confirm the vacant spot she sighed. She flipped to the other side to look at the alarm clock the resided on her nightstand, 7:52 it read, contemplating rather to try to go back to sleep or to get up. Choosing the latter, she sat up rolling her neck, stretching her stiff limbs and began to make her way to the bathroom. Her eyes meet the mirror, studying her reflection.

The flames danced along the walls, consuming everything in their path. I could only scream in agony, helpless, as I was crushed by a burning remnant of my former home, watching in despair as my own parents were –

Keith sat back and watched. He was happily surprised at her reaction to the food as well as the amount she had on her plate for such a little thing. The look of bliss on her face made it all worthwhile. She had a quirky, adorable demeanor about her and seemed well grounded in addition to being inquisitive so far. The obvious pleasure she was getting from simply eating made her an absolute treasure. He smiled to himself and started to eat his own meal

“It’s time,” Red’s father whispered into the door. Red knew what was coming. She waited for this day since she became self-aware at the age of four. Within twenty minutes, she was ready for the most important day of her life. Her hair was brushed and braided into two neat plaits. The frills of her white dress were fluffed and puffed just the right way. She knew she looked beautiful, and no one could convince her otherwise. Confidently striding through her decadent home, Red danced lightly down the stairs and into the brightly lit kitchen. Her father stood at the stove frying her favorite food: white truffles chips. On the other hand, her mother had her serious face on. She rigidly sat at the spacious dining table with a cup of black coffee, a croissant, and a spread of the morning news. The croissant was untouched, as always.

Suddenly, he felt himself hit something. He opened his eyes. He had fallen out of the bed. Sunlight streamed through the cracks of the window. He stood up. His body was covered in cold sweat. He had taken off his shirt to sleep in, and his exposed torso glistened with sweat.

I had glanced over at my mom, her breaths were shallow and light. Her eyes were closed and her hair was still soaked from the shower. She tapped my Dad on the hand,

Evelyn peeked down the hall from her bedroom making sure the light to her parents’ room was off, indicating that they had gone to sleep. When she saw the darkened hallway she knew that her parents had gone down for the night. Her younger sisters, ages 10 and 8, had been put to sleep a couple hours before. There was no one watching. Evelyn tiptoed down the stairs—thank God they were carpeted, which helped shield the noise of her steps—and she grabbed her mom’s car keys carefully exiting the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. She jogged to the car, which was parked on the street in front of her house and hopped inside, starting the engine. She quickly looked back to make sure that the older car’s engine had not stirred anyone in

It had snowed non-stop all through the day and well into the night. By the time the storm had passed on, it left behind some extremely excited children, some rather annoyed adults who would have to deal with the accumulated snow and a Camelot that looked like it had been painted by Ice Fairies.

An intruder had entered the town that was engulfed by a dark fog. Even the moonlight struggled to break through it, but his headlights blared through the air piercing through the seemingly impenetrable haze. It was an insensitive gesture towards the quiet town where not a soul stirred with the exception of the sleepless few. In the distance an old lady struggled for air, half waking from a nightmare, half from the disease that was breaking her. She fell in and out of sleep until she finally lay to rest. It filled her with peace…

It was weird, but the cats seemed to have understood me as they both began to turn slowly around and sulk away from the school. Heading back towards wherever they had originally come from.