The Night - Original Writing Essay

In Robert Coates short story ;"The Darkness of the Night" Fred is mislead by his love for Flora because she pretends to be someone that she is not, and he is naive enough to want to commit on her behalf. I will be proving that of how Fred was mislead into committing the murder by evoking certain emotions, the rejection of solution to her problem, and threatening of the relationship between each other.

Aris Rachne paused, looking in the mirror at her reflection. She brushed her long, silky black hair that cascaded past her shoulders like the night waves of the ocean. Once last time, she reapplied the crimson lipstick, redder than the blood of the Angel of Death. The image of a gun passed through her mind. She heard a woman’s scream. She inhaled, flashing back to reality.

Later. Morris gets wheeled out into the hallway from the operation room, his eyes are closed. Sandy smiles with excitement.

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

As I drifted into sleep that night, I delve head first into the realm my mind had created. Rather than simply seeing, I remembered snippets, clips, small images of the events that had occurred at tonights festivities. Thanasis ' joking, Tases ' silver ring, and the odd man who sat in the corner of the hall, hood pulled far over his head, thereby shielding his face from anyone who might pay him attention. I hadn 't thought much of him, just a lone man, I had thought, and gone about the nights high spirited enjoyments. But something kept pulling me back, urging me to look again. Another image, the man was closer now, standing. I tried my best to avoid staring, but he didn 't seem real. He was there, in spirit perhaps, but something about the edges of his form blurred and rippled. It was as though he were only an image, and not substantial. I hadn 't expected to see him again, having paid him so little attention in the first place. I felt uncomfortable. I felt his gaze and realised that even though I was dreaming, it was unlike any dream I had ever had before. People about me buzzed and chatted, linked arms and drank, while this man, this stranger, moved closer and closer. I couldn 't stop watching him, and I found myself unable to move - wether by fear or by the act of some malignant magic, I had no idea.

The night hadn’t lasted all that long. It was dark, and the sky was illuminated with thousands of bright-white dots, scattered infinitely across the dimensions. There was a faint smog amidst the surroundings. It carried the smell of those gone. Death, disease, and grief were all bundled within each molecule of the smog; it thoroughly choked the corners of the camp. Within this smog, however, was a faint smell. A very distinct smell – to me, at least – that could be sensed from thousands of miles away. It was so omnipresent to me that I could see it leave from near me, approach me from behind, and even warn me when something I’d say were ill-timed. Her name was Yehadi.

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.

It’s just a normal day, the sun is high, and so is the heat, the birds are cheerfully chirping, and the air is crisp and fresh. The hotels just happen to be extremely packed with guests, mainly couples, either traveling, looking for a place to cool off, or coming on “official love business”. It’s even worse when you have an enticing name that draws couples, and the occasional single, in like a moth to a flame. The name was super simple, but it still drew quite the crowd. Maybe it wasn’t just the name, the staff there kinda only happened to be girls that were visually attractive, only some of them were intelligently attractive, the rest were just plain dumb and apparently all that really mattered these days were how pretty you are and how

Splash! That was the first large water balloon Kristen dropped off the deck. When I watched the slo-mo video I took, you could not even see the balloon until right when it hit the ground. Disappointed, she and Mackenzie filled up another one and we tried the same thing again. The video was still to dark to see, so they suggested that I move to the other side of the deck for better lighting. On the third try, we got the video to work perfectly. We all huddled around my phone screen and laughed as we watched the balloon slowly fall to the ground. My other three friends ran out to see what all the laughing was about. They watched the video and began cracking up too. After, we all went back inside due to the amount of bugs outside. We spent the rest of the night talking and laughing until we all fell asleep at around two in the morning. This was the last night we all spent together before heading off to college. Even though it was in the middle of the summer, life took over and we were all busy on different days. The one way that we were able to keep in contact was through a group message, which is still what we use now that we are all in college.

After a boring day at school, I trudged off of the bus and started the long walk home. Exhausted and hungry, I plopped my book bag on the kitchen floor and started to raid the refrigerator. At that moment, I noticed that my mother was talking on the phone, which was not very surprising, but what had caught me off guard was seeing tears in her eyes slowing dripping down her face. I hid behind the door of the fridge and tried to listen to her conversation. From the bits and pieces that I was able to comprehend, I could tell something awful had happened.

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,

The crisp frozen air howling across my face like a wolf howling in the darkest of night as I walk home from volleyball practice that fall evening. As I step into the door of our two-story home with the seventies teal shag carpet, I notice Chris sitting down at the bottom of the stairs. You could hear a faint chatter coming from the upstairs bedroom. “What did you do now Christopher Wayne?” I asked mockingly “Shut up. I didn’t do anything this time.” As I walked to the outdated kitchen with white tile counter tops to set down my gym bag and backpack I wondered what mom and dad could be discussing if it wasn’t about me or Chris. As I sat down next to my brother I heard the click of the bedroom door opening and mom and dad’s footsteps in the plush shag carpet coming towards then down the stairs. Great intensity was written across their face as they spot my brother and me waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. With such authority in her voice my mom said “we need to have a family meeting.” This must had been serious. Mom and dad never call for a family meeting, not unless someone is in the hospital or has passed away. We go into the dining room where mom’s china is in glass cabinets for everyone to see, an old Persian rug that had a mixture of blue, white, and gold designs underneath the oldest piece of furniture my parents owned our dining room table. The table was round with a flower like design carved into the middle of the wood. All four of us plop down into our

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.

It was a bright sunshiny, Saturday morning. Everyone was up early in the Brook’s household. Tank had agreed to accompany the girls for a picnic in the park. He had spoken of it several times during the week. Ellie hadn’t seen him that excited, over anything, in a long time. Packing the last of the treats in the picnic basket, the girls noticed that Tank had added a few extra items just for them.

Time seemed to pass so slowly in the basement. Each day, often felt like an eternity for the children. And as the months slipped away and became years, it soon became clear that nothing remarkable was going to happen. That was until Anna again heard a disturbance coming from the road below. She climbed up on the chair and put her face to the glass. And to her dismay, she recognized her mother in the group of people that were being hauled out of hiding spots and marched off. Anna felt her stomach tie-up in a knot and all at once she screamed out. Afraid she muffled her cries with both of her hands and whispered, "Oh my God! Mama must have been trying to come and visit us. Where are we taking her? Where are we taking our mother?"