The Night-Personal Narrative

I looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness. I was so tired of waking up at the crack of dawn by my mom I wanted to “crack-of-dawn” her upside the head. I know I needed to get up but I was just so sleepy like the dwarf. So it was time to get up now. Running down the halls through my house yelling “MOMMMMMMMY, hurry up and come here I need you”. Frantic with thoughts all over the place I just had hopped out of bed not even ten minutes ago. She’s yelling back at me as if we were a football field away from each other. “Mom help me, “I said, “I need something to wear to camp. I want to look like I just stepped out a pot of fabulousness and Beyoncé.” “Kaela,” she said back, “if you don’t hurry and throw on anything and let’s go I’m going to be late for work.” “Ughhhh ok mom since you don’t care about my appearance ill just wear a trash bag”. “You better stop playing, “she replied while rolling her big bowling ball eyes, “and bring your bighead on now,”. “Whatever” I said snarkily, so I ran and grabbed some clothes and ran to the car as she tried to pull off almost running over all of my ten little piggy’s. I didn’t even care. All I was thinking about was getting to camp so I could have some fun.

Alayna was greeted by one of Elia’s handmaidens, who had come to open the door, allowing her to enter. The meek girl, then, lead the lady from the Reach towards lounge where Elia and Ashara reclined, waiting for Alayna to join them for the evening meal. Upon first inspection both women appeared more subdued than they had been earlier in the day. Normally, Alayna would’ve chalked up their mellow demeanor as a result of the waning hours of the evening. Afterall, they had spent the majority of the day seated in the royal pavilion watching the joust and such monotony could be rather tiring if one wasn’t accustomed to it. But the ambience of the room didn’t feel tired or relaxed instead she could’ve almost cut the unlying tension with a knife

Morgana takes her foot off the gas pedal and presses down on the brake stopping the car outside 2106 Mayday road. As I was thanking whatever deity let me survive such a traumatic experience the seat belt unbuckles itself. The passenger door swings open, and I jump out of the car planning to say hello the ground by kissing it then realize the sidewalk isn 't very clean so I don 't. Morgana and I walk up to a house that looks like all the others on this street who could possibly know that one of the most important people in the entire world lives there. Morgana knocks on the door since there isn 't a doorbell, and a man with thick square glasses dressed in a stripped shirt and bland colored pants opens the door. The man has a foolish smile

Noises that Dipper had gotten used to lately. He usually heard these noises after 'going to bed ' - his parents giving him a hug and a kiss and an absolutely-positively fake smile. It honestly pissed Dipper off they were trying to keep him in the dark.

The darkness is coming in closer now. The king’s throne has fallen. The citizens cry as the walls crumble. The enemy laughs as they swing their swords. Fire blazes across the grounds as bodies fall. Children scream as their parents bleed. The warriors rally. They fail as the arrows whiz by them. They each fall one by one. The royal family flees, but get killed on the way out. Death is everywhere. The earthquake begins and I fall to the ground, arrows flying by. My eyes shut and the pain begins...

"It 's been two hours. Maybe she 's in for the night." Logan whined, hopeful and uneasy. They 'd been through a Big Mac each, fries, Doritos, and he 'd had a milkshake she 'd warned against and now knew why. He was thinking tonight was a bust, more than a bust, he reminded himself, because he 'd spent way too much time with Veronica Mars.

I waited silently, not daring to move, not even to breathe. I crouched behind the door, curling myself into the smallest shape possible, hoping I would not be found. Outside, the floorboards groaned in protest as the creature stalked ever closer towards me. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, which was threatening to choke me. I waited. Suddenly, it happened. A gnarly hand clasped around my coat collar and lifted me into the muddled shadows of one of the upstairs hallways in Saint Luke 's Church.

Nothing but darkness laid ahead as I slid rapidly down a massive tunnel. My grasp tightened around the crystal skull and landed on a rocky turf. Then, I brushed the dust off my soiled dress, and waded through the murky water. Between the humidity of the cave and failure to hold the hems of the dress up, I decided to toss it and keep walking in a slip, relieved to breathe.

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.

He showed no reaction as the aroma and cracking of frying bacon was coming from the kitchen. Instead, he continued to gaze at his reflection on windows panes over the fire place. He was a curious boy, a day dreamer with his head stuck in the clouds.

The building has erupted into a fury of unnatural swaying motions. Bright flames now rage around me as if they themselves are the tongues of death trying to reach out, grasp me, and lick my last breath away with their suffocating smoke. I start yelling in a coughing voice, which is rapidly being choked away by all of the smoke inhalation. I am praying that someone can hear my hoarse voice over the noise of the deafening angry flames. The flames are reaching out towards me even closer and again I yell!

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

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.”

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

SUDDENLY Billions of cosmic rocks... Churning soup and dust. One dark purple sphere With a sky like rust. It boiled and foamed,