The Night - Original Writing

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.

Bailey and I finished breakfast, and cleaned up the dishes and table in silence. I didn’t know what I said to shut him up. Maybe I asked too many questions about that girl and what he was going to do once he found her.

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

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.

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

It was nearing midnight by now. The light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small hill. Many nights Zachariah would sit atop the third floor balcony, gazing over his small fields and staring into the night sky.

Surprising as it wasn 't, Night and Day were back out in the open air, stuffed in a crowd of nitrogen molecules. The whole lot of them were unpleasant to be around, since they were practically everywhere. But, the oxygen duo pushed on through, grumbling the entire time.

Dan had found Phil something to slip into and had passed him both that and a towel before leading the boy to the bathroom and making quick work not to linger. He wasn’t altogether alone but in that moment, he felt alone with his thoughts. The pattering of rain mixed with the noise of his shower faucet. It became a quiet reminder of Dan’s previously glum mood. He couldn’t drag himself from the memories of his brother’s body lying baby blue in his arms. His jaw locked into place and his hands balled into fists. It was his fault. If he had just taken his brother in the first place it never would have happened. It was his fault.

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

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.

In the early morning in the magical forest, we lived in a cabin. The sun gleaming through the leafs on the trees, the water glowing blue as it flows down from the melting snow as it falls into the lake.

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.

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.

I woke up first in the morning. I had slept too much and could not sleep anymore. It felt so good lying there in between them that I didn’t want to move - I felt so safe, warm, protected and loved.

It was a beautiful day the sun illuminating off the building, the bustling cities with people going to work. However, there was a plan amiss a horrible, deadly plan. Hundreds of people flying in four planes, going to different places. Believing it was just a normal plane trip the planes filled with new flyers and old, the young child impatiently trying to jump up and down in their seats, the tired people trying to obtain a wink of sleep, the business man worrying about the work they missed while in flight, and the tourist and sightseers looking out the windows. Amidst all this action something was wrong, and the passengers could feel it in their bones. One of the planes starts to get low enough the passenger could see building, getting