The Sky - Original Writing

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

It’s moving, but how?” Vernon had pulled out a pen and was scribbling his thoughts over a napkin. “Ok…ok, so let me think. The dreams started eight days ago, and I’ve been coming to this diner for the last four weeks.” He had drawn a small calendar on the paper napkin, which was tearing apart from Vernon pressing his pen down too hard. “On Sunday I slept for three hours, Monday I did the same, and on Tuesday it seemed like I never closed my eyes.” Across the street, a liquor store clerk was pulling down an aluminum shutter tagged with names and abbreviations. The next block over, the lights on a street cleaner lit-up the alley in front of the diner for a moment as it drove by sweeping the gutters. His mind had stopped when she had swung around from behind him, sliding herself into the booth and throwing her bag onto the table. “Counting the days till Christmas,” asked Gabby. She had crushed her cigarette butt out in the ashtray at the end of the counter, but the smoke still seemed to follow her across the diner. “You can say that,” replied Vernon, who looked sideways at a couple of empty prescription bottles that were sticking out of the top of her purse, then back at her eyes which were beginning to turn black. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing that won’t kill me.” She had reached under the table and lifted herself up, pulling off the stockings that she was wearing. Vernon could feel that she had slipped off her shoes when she had brushed her foot against

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

A sudden emptiness seemed to flow from the sweltering air and into our thoughts. The drive back from New York felt hauntingly isolated. Uncomfortable silence filled the yellow car. The silence was only to be broken by warm air whistling as Daisy’s white dress swooshed around through the gentle breeze.

A single beam of light shone thru the curtain. The specs of dust in the room danced between the rays, whisked into the air by the pleasant breeze tip toeing thru the screen door. I could feel the warmth on my cheek as I rose from the sheets, thoroughly rested. I briskly got ready, slipping on my tennis shoes, old and worn. Stepping outside, I was greeted by the painfully sweet aroma of sweet pea flowers, entranced by the blissful gleams of sunlight, and spellbound by the familiar screeching of parrots, flocking in clouds of bright vermilion.

Kent does not respond. The brisk air makes him shiver. The once treasured scent of damp leaves now makes his stomach turn. Around him, everything seems sharper, more daunting. Shadows darken. Leaves suspiciously shift. The breeze hisses like a snake. A rope of emotion snares Kent’s chest. Gasping for air, he curls up further, shutting his eyes.

Jean-Claude slammed the door behind him not worried that he might wake anyone. He just stood in the entryway, his body slightly swaying but his gaze never faltering. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular just staring into nothing. No one greeted him at the door, dinner wasn’t ready, the lights were extinguished, the house was empty, like him.

It was a mysterious, windy, dark night. Annabel, a short young girl with jet black hair, eyelashes that reached the sky and eyes like a puppy dog, had just awoken on the floor of a cold dark forest. As she took in her surroundings and wondered how she had got there, a sudden pain appeared in her head and she had a brief flashback of painful memories of the car crash that she and her parents had just been involved in, a horrific accident; she lay there as tears slowly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her soft, pale cheeks. The thought of her deceased parents sent a shiver up her spine; she couldn’t believe they were gone.

It was 5 A.M. and my thoughts were everywhere. I kept tossing and turning, desperately trying to fall asleep, but knowing I couldn't. I finally slipped out of bed, carefully so that I wouldn't wake up Olivia, and proceeded to walk down the stairs. I sat down on the living room couch and exhaled deeply as I stared into the sunroof.

wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be

Renesmee and Jacob lay in the forest near a waterfall that splashes freshwater with fresh air. Renesmee looks intently at Jacob, who she feels has been hiding something from her since last night, when he called someone and didn't tell her who it was. Even though she was trying to figure what he was hiding she was enjoying the breeze and how some of the flowers surrounding her bloomed as she looked at them. She wished she was one of them, mostly the starflower that was purple with a little bit of white in the center. The trees swayed in such a beautiful manner that she just couldn't describe it. The birds chirped and sang with a beautiful melody that she thought it was for her. Then Renesmee felt a hand touch her back and she turned around

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.