The Rush Of Highway Traffic Noise

My eyes open. A crisp, cold wind blows through my my window and hits my face.The whistle of the fall air flows through one ear and out the other. It was quiet. The sound of nothingness was fiercely stopped by the blaring on my alarm clock. October 13, 2015, at 9:30 AM, I roll over and hit my alarm clock, The repetitive sound disappears. I throw my sheets to the side and step onto the cold wooden floor. I grab a pair of

I tried to fling open the door, but the chain lock inside jerked it to a halt. Persistent bleats—starting and stopping at regular intervals—pierced the air inside her apartment. Margery’s alarm clock, still blaring its morning wake-up

“Wake up!” A familiar voice pierced the silent room as I jumped out of my bed, cold sweat running down my forehead. I looked towards my wooden bedroom door, which was being pounded by someone on the other side. It seemed like someone was trying to open it. In alarm, I got up and quickly made my way towards the door, immediately remembering that I had locked it last night. What a smart move, Juliet. I internally slapped myself as my eyes skimmed the room and landed on the keys on my nightstand.

It is then at that moment that the sky bursts into tears. I shudder violently; I can almost feel the anguish the heavens are screaming out. I can almost feel the pain. There wasn’t even a warning drizzle; it simply started to pour. My window’s half open, revealing the storm behind my flimsy window screen, and I’m getting pelted by raindrops. I rush to close the sliding window, but not the entire way; I leave a small crack to let in relieving gusts of fresh air and return to my seat, a little wet, but I’ll survive.

Lush green trees and a sky so blue she had to cover her eyes with sunglasses. The laughing girl in the seat beside her. The excitement of their destination. The vehicle taking the turns of the uneven road. A sudden swerving, as the road opened up to large pits and holes. A frantic grabbing of the wheel, a sharp turn, and next thing they knew, airborne, flipping over . . . and over. Crash. Thud.

So I took in his features. I let his beauty take over my thoughts as I memorized every detail I could see. Plump, cartoonish pink lips that draw back as he bites down on his calloused fingertip. Wavy dark brown hair that is pushed back from his face, creating a perfectly careless style that sits on top of his head. Vibrant, forest green eyes that I only see when his vision flicks to the top of his book's page. A crease between his brows that shows up when he pushes them to meet, a deep crease that shows years of focus and confusion, telling me that he's an intelligent thinker.

Jagger stands less than five feet away from me, slightly in pain but all his pains vanish when he realizes it’s me. A wide toothy grin slides across his face and excitement flashed through his eyes. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he mocks, taking a step towards me.

Going into the house, a chill just ran down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. The cold almost feels like someone is watching me, but it is more likely that the house is chilled with no fire burning in the fireplace. It will be warm soon enough, with all of the wood we are chopping outside. I can hear the butler rustling around in his pantry, I wonder what we will be having for dinner. I am locking this door, just in case, since everyone is outside and can’t hear me if I need help. Creak.... the closet door is opening. I see a gleam out of the corner of my eye as I start to smell a strong chemical

*Beep* *Beep* My alarm clock sounded. “Ugh.” I groaned, it was the end of spring break, and I knew I had to go back to my dreadful High School. Once I finally got out of bed, I banged on the bathroom door. “Nobody is in there, Good.” I thought, heading into the small room.

Your quiet breathing tickles my nose and I realise how close we are right now. I devour every detail; every freckle and mole, the gentle creases by your eyes, the stubble just beginning to pierce through the skin along your jaw. I watch as your eyelids gently flutter open, hazy with dreams, and in that moment my favourite colour changes from lilac to the murky green that is you. We lay there staring at each other, raw and open, vulnerable.

It was a bright sunny day in Colorado, or at least that’s how I always thought about it, but now reflecting back on it, it was probably more like any other day in Colorado; Unpredictable. For a reason that most likely wasn’t so innocent I was up in my attic that day, stumbling around in the musty forbidden corner of the dimly lit room in my house. It’s funny how exciting I thought it was being up alone in the attic, not that it wasn’t dangerous. we had an unfinished attic, one with boards instead of a solid floor where one mistake could send you falling down a story. I tried to step quietly in fear of alerting both my mom and the fictional beasts that hide only out of eyesight, in vain, for each step I took the already weakening boards under my feet creaked with an eerie, malevolent, shrill note. I stared ahead of me, my eyes augmented, searching for anything that might keep me more entertained than the running nonsensical recordings that projected themselves onto the television screen. To my disappointment, my eyes only laid upon dusty old boxes containing future garage sale items.

It is the fourth night and I am, once again, awake at an ungodly hour in the morning. This time it’s not a noise that wakes me up, but a prevalent chill that seeps through the blankets and into my bones. I pull the covers up to my chin and curl up into a ball for warmth before I feel a slight breeze against the side of my face. I turn around to the source of the breeze and my blood freezes. The window is open. I slowly look around my room before noticing my roommate is missing. My heart leaps to my throat as I jump out of bed.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to chaos. It’s 7:55, and I have to go to school! Screaming, I try to calm down. Hurdle over the bed. Run to the bathroom. Brush your teeth. Brush your hair. Put on clothes. I am panicking. I take a deep breath, and get into my brain’s control center.

It was the first day of summer, my friends and I were headed to Great America. From the cloudless sky, the sun seemed to boil the air around us, in the muggy car with the air conditioning on full blast. The radio was turned on at almost full volume, the noise came out in static and it would sometimes cut out. My blue baseball hat knocked on the window as I anxiously stare out of it, anticipating our arrival.  Finally, out in the distance I could see the very top of the newest ride, peaking over the trees. It’s vibrant orange color made it stand out over everything else. As sweat started to drip down my forehead and the air around me was getting thicker, I saw the exit, which meant we were only moments away.. We took a sharp turn to the right, causing everything in the car to slide, but

"I've never seen you show this much enthusiasm in class," he remarks, running a hand through his slick raven black hair.