The Night - Original Writing

The three candles had burned halfway and Su Zhe was completely asleep on the bed next to him. He 'd curled up naked in the fur while Su Zhe moved to dress and he began to regret his decision now, when his entire body was exposed to the chillier room. A half-emptied vial was left on the table near the bed, along with a now-dried towel.

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

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.

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.

“So let me get this straight, you’re going to find a legendary ring, slay a dragon, then marry a princess?” My friend Mary questioned. She was walking around the room still facing me.

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

The sharp sound of a phone ringing woke me from my nightmare, sparing me. Usually I wasn’t so lucky, though. This dream was a recurring one; the ending was always the same, yet every time, it still made me remember. My world had fallen apart on that night, and I remembered it like it was yesterday. Still gasping, I slowly sat up from my small bed, its once neat white sheets now messy from my tossing and turning, and looked down at my bare hands, illuminated by the soft yellow glow from my nightlights. Those red burn marks, though faded, have haunted me for years now.

Home had all the blinds shut, blocked out any inch of sunlight that would try to peak its way through. It was hot outside, but the central air kept the inside of the house cool but it became too cool for me as I stepped foot into my kitchen from the garage door. It made it hard for me to take off my suit jacket as I made my way from the kitchen into my bedroom. My boys stayed back with Paul and allowed me to come home just to rest.

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…

I woke to the noise of scratching, shooting straight up. There it was again, except this time it ripped my small tent. I looked over to my side in habit looking for my small caliber rifle, but for some reason It wasn’t there. I could see condensation from the beast’s breath forming on the outside of my tent in the moon glow. Then again, another rip on the other side. The creature was extremely fast, but made no noise moving around in the early fall.

After a long restless night, Allie had a servant draw a hot bath for her just after daybreak. She stepped in, sat down, and then let her entire body slip beneath the water. She held her nose as she wet her copper locks and soaped her head. She intended to bring the shine back- she did not like the dull creature that stared back at her from the mirror the night before. The hot water was soothing; it felt good on her tired body. After washing, she lay there and let the warm water soak the tiredness from her muscles. She guessed all the tossing and turning she done that night had exhausted her and caused her body to ache. She also felt a little queasy, which was way out of the ordinary; she was never ill. After laying there a few minutes, she fell fast asleep. Sometime later, the coolness of the water woke her- after drying off and dressing, she checked the time- it was nearly 8a.m. in the morning. She could not believe she had slept so long in the tub of water, however, her wrinkled fingers and toes told that she had. Amazingly, she felt quite relaxed and refreshed, as if she had had a full night’s sleep. When she went down for breakfast, Eli was not yet down. Her grandmother and grandfather were eating when she walked into the dining room. She smiled at them and asked how they were. Her grandmother gave her a once over and then said: “Allie, honey, you look beautiful this morning.”

The walls of the shaft violently shuddered, the ground shook, rocks tumbled and a deep rumbling sound filled my ears. The workers around me were yelling and running to safety, I ran too but I realised I had to go back and get it, I just had too. I blacked out and was awoken by Jim, he was shaking me, trying to get me back to consciousness. It felt like I was paralysed, I couldn’t move or talk. I looked around in a haze, there was no one in sight, all I could feel was the agonising pain in my leg. I looked down to my leg wrapped in a jacket, covered in blood. When I finally regained function I was bombarded by Jim questioning “why would you do that Robbie, why would you run into danger?”, I just stared blankly in response. “We are stuck in here, the rest got out, why would you go back?” he asked angrily. I replied with “I had to get this” while looking down to the small ratty teddy bear I held in the calloused palm of my hand.

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.

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

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