Night writing

It was a dark and stormy night, the wind blows as the ghostly moonlight filled the darkness. George the highwayman made his way toward Bess the innkeeper’s daughter. She was gazing out the window when the two of their eyes met. Hers, black as the night sky, and a dark red love knot placed on her hair. A red dress made of the fabric silk. Her hair was a dark brown, but could have been mistaken as black. Her outfit fit her personality as much as it did the highwayman. I hope he loves poetry.

Everything that happened in Elie Wiesel’s night. I will see, smell, and feel the holocaust through the eyes of Wiesel. “Alright, uh, Yavin. Nice name. I’m Mr. Hiraku. Are you ready?” the teacher asked, looking down at his chart for my name. “Yes sir.” I answered, a bit shakily. I had used VR before for video games, but never for something so important. “Alright. I’m going to read you off some side effects involved with this experience. ‘While participating in the Night VR experience software, you may encounter

Sometime after sunset, I managed to fall asleep on the sofa while Hawking and Gran continued talking. The ghosts, having figured out we just didn’t care anymore, quieted down to the occasional moan and howl. I guessed even ghosts get tired of all the drama after a while. I woke up at ten and saw Gran sleeping in her chair by the fire. Hawking stood by us, keeping watch. After deciding there was no way I was going to be able to fall back asleep, I closed my eyes and was out in seconds. The next

Late Night Nightmare. It was late at night when they finally arrived to the motel. The hotel he was at was very dark and creepy. The closet had a few hangers. The bathroom was filthy. The sink had green vomit on it. The shower had urine it. Jason was petrified. The fridge only had a bottle of water and a small sandwich. Since he didn 't want to look at his room anymore, so he went to bed. His bed was the only clean thing in the motel room. When he went to bed he tried to get comfortable because

Throughout all 109 pages of Elie Wiesel’s memoir, Night, various forms of writing style make an appearance. In describing his life during the Holocaust, Wiesel portrays his experiences in a very straightforward manner. Wiesel inspires emotion within the reader through his minimalistic choice of words and writing techniques, as well as painting a picture for the reader to help them imagine what he had gone through. The style of writing used by Elie Wiesel in his memoir causes the readers to pause

The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time - Original Writing Christopher Boone is a fifteen year old boy with Asperger’s Syndrome. He knows a great deal about maths and has a very logical way of thinking. Christopher knows very little about human beings and their behaviour and gets very confused and frustrated by most conversations. He loves lists, timetables, patterns and the truth. He hates the colour yellow, because of custard, bananas and double yellow lines

until night time. We all would camp out in the living, our parents would tuck us in and then it was off to bed. Sleeping peacefully until one of my cousins woke us all up screaming while she was sleeping. Night after night we had to deal with this. The following year I as well as all of my cousins anticipated the same thing. Peacefully sleeping only to be awaken in the middle of the night by shears of horror. But to all of our surprise my cousin sleep peacefully all the way through the night every

Was it a knock that had woken her? It was a late night, and everyone was asleep in bed. All except for this girl. She was awake. She was asleep all this time, for every single day of the year, except for this day. Something woke her up. She thought it was nothing and went back to bed. Fifteen minutes later, she heard the noise again but louder. She wondered what it was. But in thinking of it all, he went back to bed yet again.However, half an hour later, she was awake yet again. It wasn’t a sound

Castle woke up with bleary eyes and a dull headache. He had been up late writing and couldn 't even remember when he had went to bed last night-probably sometime early this morning. Beckett had awoken quite a while ago, judging by the coolness of the sheets, and had let him sleep a bit longer. He shuffled into the bathroom, turning on the light, and squinted at the in"tensity of the brightness. Definitely had a headache. As he washed his face he felt a bit of stubble and made a mental note to shave

and looking around, she noticed that none of her friends had yet arrived. This was not a problem for her, taking off her coat and grabbing a drink, she introduced herself to the other people at the party until her friends arrived. At the end of the night, she felt very energized and happy. Connor arrived at the same party shortly after Carla. He had not really even wanted to come to the party, but Cara and his other friends had convinced him. He entered the house and could not see anyone he knew, so