The Sun Has Long Since The Darkness Of The Night

Today has been a long day, but I felt the need to come back and write something down in this journal before retiring for the night. I thought this place was creepy during the daytime, but that is worth little when compared to how eerie the nights are. Everything outside is pitch black, with no moon to break through the dark void.

I gave a rough kick to his leg under the table, wiping the smirk off and replaced it with a pained expression. “You’re Blake Lawson and I know you don’t need me to be another person forever in your debt. Are we

The night crawled quickly as the sun sank from the horizon. But there was hardly any sign of the star’s presence, only a shadowed moon, struggling for supremacy over the dark heavy clouds that rolled over the top.

Whenever I roamed these parts, I knew I was alone. Maybe that's why I liked the graveyard; it contained the serenity I always craved. But tonight, I was not alone.

The sun ducked below the horizon and out came the moon, draping the lands in a melancholy glow. A comfortable silence cradled my ears, enhancing the scene before me. The swashed blue sky with mountains stretching for the stars, the tiny blossoms painting the vast field, and the monsters chasing an innocent. Wait, there's something off here!

A lonesome bar. The silence was deafening, but something Kai forced to adapt to. Primarily preferring an audience to whatever he endeavored, Kai managed to make do by envisioning a crowd of his own. In fact, the bar was a full house. Kai listened to the sounds of conversations sparkling around him while illustrating men with grunge style looks and women flaunting around their vintage dresses and denim jackets that looked too oversized for them to impress upon anyone. Retreating his cerulean orbs back to his glass, pictured the bartender and shaking his head. “No bourbon. I’m secure enough in my masculinity.” From what he created, the man chuckled at Kai’s joke and thus pouring him the drink for free claiming to be ‘on the house.’ Kai’s smile transformed into a black expression when he looked back up at the man. It was all an illusion. Drowning his drink rapidly as if he was in a hurry to be somewhere, he expelled a boisterously exaggerated sigh. What was the point? There was no end goal. He was stuck, repeating the same hell that was May 10, 1994. How he desperately want to end his agony, flip a switch and just stop breathing… But nothing. He was stuck in the monotonous purgatory that was his reality. Grasping the glass tightly with his long slender fingers, a hardened expression transformed on his face. He threw the glass in his hand across the room and auscultated the

"Where you been, boy? We started to worry about you. Someone told us they saw you running away with our mud looking to sell it down the street," the younger one said. He also worked shirtless, displaying a California tan and sported a tattoo of a shamrock on his arm. Those at the worksite came to call him Irish.

Looking further across the room, a structure for a bar was built against the wall. His eyes opened in surprise to behold an actual person amiss his midday nightmare. Having put a freshly-lit cigarette between her ruby lips, the woman gently looked across the room to him beckoning him to join her as she sat on a stool and reclined against the bar’s side.

My fingers curled around the handle and I pulled the door open slightly then all at once. The cozy warmth of the building immediately hits me warming me up as I walked inside. My eyes instantaneously take in the sight before me. The beautiful architecture of the building, and the liveliness of the

“Where-” He started to ask but the man grabbed his arm and pulled him closer.

Entering the cabin was interesting at first I noticed every flaw within it. Every door, front, and back, was crazed. Every cut in the door was deep and perfectly carved. The door looked like it came

I couldn't see to get back to the bed and I was still burning up, so I undid the chain lock, careful and quiet despite knowing it wouldn't be loud enough to wake you. I opened the door and was bombarded with the cool air of a Vermont night. I could feel the red of my face subsiding to it's natural pink and my jaw dropped. The sky was normally beautiful on it's own, but tonight, there were no stars. There were a million cresent moons surrounding one full moon in the center of the picturesque sky, the reds merging with yellow and making pink and orange and the very top of the dome of vision the most rich, dark, blue night sky. My skin prickled and I felt my heart beat a little faster as a smile came over my

and a long twilight would rest on all the worlds; and now the day was close at

He didn’t bother to answer her questions, knowing it would only infuriate her more and from everything he heard once she was infuriated he was as good as dead. “You got your money didn’t you?” He left it unsaid what she had spent it on but paused and when she said nothing he pulled on his bottle and said “I got another one for you, just hear me out, you can always say no.”

Walking down the narrow maple-floored corridor, it seemed to chill her bones every time she stepped. The light beckoning from the bedroom bay windows was stationary almost painted in place, unmoving in her presence. She continued on as the house creaked as if about to break but