Night writing

wailing of the sirens was the only thing that was keeping me from being swept out of reality. As I was trying to organize my tangled thoughts, I flashed back to last night. Last night I stood in a small family house located in a tight-knit neighborhood, and I was wiping my blood soaked hands on my black pants. Each image from the night before left a permanent imprint on my mind. I remember sprinting to the back of the two-bedroom house where my victim, who was a close friend, was sprawled on the slick

In Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a young girl named Colleen sat in a small square room with lavender walls. This night was spent in her own company like all others were. Children’s laughter from outside her window masked the girl’s sporadic sighs. Colleen wasn’t sure what made her so different from the other kids in her neighborhood or at school or why being different was considered a bad thing. All Colleen knew was she didn’t have a friend in the whole wide world, and it was lonely. Although her parents

light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small hill. Many nights Zachariah would sit

Five days later Heavy rain clouds rolled over the city, blocking out the sun and casting eerie shadows across Tom’s room. Moments later, a blue-white flash of lightning split the dark sky, followed by a low rumble of thunder. The impending storm perfectly fit Tom’s melancholy mood, and turning away from the window, he placed the last of his belongings in a small carrier bag and placed it on the bed. The day after his admittance, Penhall had thoughtfully brought in clothing and toiletries, but

I woke up and did what I do every morning at the lake- look out the window to see how windy it is out. This morning there was no wind so I jumped out of bed and went outside. I ran to the dock and looked out at the water. The sun was shining down already producing heat. The water was still, there was no noise and most people were still sleeping. My brother came and joined my on the dock admiring the water as well. “You ready to go?” Tanner asked. “Definitely,” I replied. We went back in the house

land. The night was for sleepovers and camping, secret bike riding and exploring- the moon was my mother and the stars my siblings. I used to lay in the grass and stare up, up, up into that endless sky intrigued by its mystery, longing to know the depths from which it spurred. The dark would tuck me in at night like the blanket it was, and I lived happily in the fact that I was a child and knew very little of it’s secrets. Now older and less naive, the dark is a catacomb of panic. The night is now

The rain fell in torrents, the wind that accompanied the rain echoed to the far-reaching ends of the forest. The white, shiny light provided by the ever-present full moon poured in through the old curtains as if it was calling her to the window. Whatever it was, she felt in the great depths of her soul. Someone was out there. They needed her. They wanted her. But what if it was a trap? The house she had been currently living in didn’t belong to her. She had just been exploring the area she had moved

Waking up to the smell of strawberry jam and toast coming from the kitchen, Dan looks over at his clock to see that it is 7:30. Forcing himself up, he throws on a set of clothes and tiptoed down the stairs to be sure not to wake up Lisa. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Dan sees both his parents, father at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, and mother at the counter spreading the jam on the mountain of toast beside her. The quiet morning is comfortable and pleasant

The crowd filled out of the arena, the buzz and excitement leaving with them. Dark walls echoed the heavy sounds of the metal equipment as it was scraped across the floor by the road crew. In the absence of the band, the crowd and the music, the atmosphere seemed as bleak and empty as the crowd floor itself. Suddenly, echoes of past joyous screams were replaced by a single, blood curdling scream coming from the direction of the cloakroom. The sound, filled with fear, tore through the arena and bounced

Everything was beautiful that night. The sky was as clear as the spring water. The weather was so beautiful that we thought that we were not in the summer. I was sitting outside the house in our garden with my parents. We were having a nice chat after a delicious homemade crispy chicken with fries that my mom usually do. Everything was just perfect until my father received the unexpected call. The call that I wished my father didn’t receive. “Hello…what! What are you saying! Calm down I’m coming