Night writing

He awoke with a gasp. Heart pounding in his ears, his eyes darted around the dark room. His breath came in short, rapid pants, his thoughts were fuzzy. Cold sweat beaded on his skin and soaked his tawny hair, making it stick to his forehead. The damp sheets twisted around his legs. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room. There was his desk with a small, messy mountain of homework that need to be finished, his closet, and the familiar bare walls. A little light trickled in through gaps of

She marvelled as her grandson sat admiring as she told them the story of how she and her husband had met. Though she had told it many times she was always fascinated by how attentively Bruno sat, listening as she spoke. 'It was a winters afternoon; wet and windy, quite like this day. I was at his fathers restaurant with my mother. Your grandfather was our waiter that day. He came over to me and smiled, ' said Nathalie tapping her husbands arm as she spoke. 'We stayed all afternoon and by coincidence

I had glanced over at my mom, her breaths were shallow and light. Her eyes were closed and her hair was still soaked from the shower. She tapped my Dad on the hand, “I think you need to call 911.” When I had gotten up that chilly November morning, the air was like ice on my skin. My brother, Chaz, was still asleep in his room, as he didn’t have class until later that day. It was 6 am and I wasn’t fully awake yet, nor was the household because it was silent. Kristy, my sister, was probably still

gate here to secure the area that the tents are going to be set up in. Please don’t approach them and keep your distance.” Three platoons of Marines moved to the front entrance while the Sailors began to take down the barricade. Once the barricade was down the Marines with weapons at port arms moved out the gate and towards the crowd. As the Marines moved forward the crowd began to back up. Once the three platoons were out the gate they broke formation and stood abreast of each other. In lock

Every day begins the same as any; the sun rises and journeys through the sky as it’s supposed to, the clouds dance to the chirping beat of the birds. I throw myself out of bed as I stare at this pleasant sight and wonder what great fun it would be if I had been blessed with a pair of wings with which I could use to dive into the sky leaving my beloved ones behind. Early in the morning, I wonder as to what has become of all of us. The whole family used to be so open and affectionate and there would

filled with boxes that needed to be unpacked. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he got up and looked out his window, curious about the sound. He peeked out the window, shocked at what he saw. He could have sworn the leaves on the trees were all green last night! But now, they were vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. Some leaves were sprinkled on the ground, and some were in large piles. Kids were leaping in and out of them, laughing and smiling. They fell from the sky like a tropical storm, showering the

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

The walls of the shaft violently shuddered, the ground shook, rocks tumbled and a deep rumbling sound filled my ears. The workers around me were yelling and running to safety, I ran too but I realised I had to go back and get it, I just had too. I blacked out and was awoken by Jim, he was shaking me, trying to get me back to consciousness. It felt like I was paralysed, I couldn’t move or talk. I looked around in a haze, there was no one in sight, all I could feel was the agonising pain in my leg

The weekend approached fast, and the fall air in San Diego County was becoming crisper in the mornings. By this time, depending on the elevation in San Diego County, there was frost upon the leaves of grass that were still green as ever. Daytime temperatures were still reaching seventy to seventy-five degrees on average. It was Friday of that weekend, and Clarissa had told Johnny that she would meet him, all dolled up, at the cocktail lounge of the ‘Lyndham Hotel,’ which was just above the Oceanside

it carefully, like a hawk stalking its prey. She became aware that she was now alone in the dark room, with nothing to notice her, to love her, to hear her. She walked over to the window and looked out into the night. The dark streets were silent, with not one light to be seen in the night. She closed her eyes and hoped, that when she opened them, she wouldn 't be alone anymore, that she would have a family to be loved by. But she knew in her heart that her hope was false, and she was still standing