Stories tagged “night”
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In The Heat of The Moment: Part 2
Garret flicked off his flashlight and placed it next to his badge on the passenger side seat. he then flipped a box of smokes open and placed it loosely on his lips; he inhaled deeply then lit the smoke up. The smoke swirled in a circle before disappea...
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The Cold Sets In
My breath hung in the air before my eyes. As I walked the fallen brown leaves crunched under my feet and the bare tree from which they feel stretched high over my head to hold up a sparkling canopy of stars. The moon over head shining down through the ...
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Meaning of It All, Piratically Speaking
Hyrum spat into the sea, sure to turn his head to leeward. He evaded his own spit being blown back at him, but the sea spray dampened his neck to send a chill down his spine. Early September in the Atlantic was no time to be on deck in a nightshirt as ...
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Time Warp
He woke to the burning sensation on his tongue, as he looked through the hazing fog. People stood around in a circle shouting, not knowing how long he was passed out for he reached for the table. Falling over as his reach wasn’t close as he thoug...
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The Beginning of the Night
Both of her parents were out of town that weekend, so it startled her even worse when she heard an obknoxious noise coming from the room down the hall, especially at the late hour that it was. It sounded like the window had opened for the rain outside ...
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Deep Blue
Aaron gained enough strength to raise his blue eyes to hers. “What, happened?” After a few moments he breathed the words, “Help me,” to her. She put his arm around her and led him to the bathroom where she set him down easi...
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Spirit
Slowly, she led him back to her bedroom. He was so hard to support because of his height, but she managed. She layed him down on the bed and took his shoes off for him. While she was adjusting the pillows behind his head, he opened his eyes again to lo...
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Bargaining
The woman is head and shoulders shorter than me, her long black hair lit up by the headlights as she steps out of the car. I can’t make out her expression but I suspect it is one of caution, mistrust. She doesn’t know who I am. “Can I...
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Wrong exit
You must have taken the wrong exit. The last glimmer of sunlight winks out as the road meets the woods. The pavement becomes gravel. The road narrows as the trees grow around you. Your headlights illuminate one row of trees around you, nothing else. Th...
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Cold Night
I held on tightly to his sleeves, so tightly that I could hear the rainproof material crackle, so tightly that I knew that when I let go, as I eventually had to, my knuckles and joints would ache. I shouldn’t have said it. But I had to. I would h...
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Cherry Tree
They glided, flew, almost self aware. Their movement highlighted the miniscule currents of air that would be otherwise invisible to the human eye. The hue of the petals was almost white against the stark contrasting navy background. I was exhausted, b...
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night rises
she is only small. with her bare feet rooted firmly in the cool grass she stands very still and waits. night doesn’t fall; night rises. it starts on the ground, in the corners. it creeps out from under stones, oozes out of cracks in the wall, sli...
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Push-Ups at Midnight
I got off the computer. The website was almost done, lines of code, endless, burned into my vision even when I closed my eyes. Midnight again. Everyone was asleep. I listened to the machine whir to a gentle close. I plugged in my cell phone, put my wal...
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Was It Really A........
Jim was sitting at the corner of the gym, watching Amy dance along to a song with her boyfriend. After several minutes of dancing, Amy walked over to the bleachers and sat down while holding the hands of Josh. Josh placed his arms around her and lit a ...
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The night protects
Again with the darkness, I’m too aware there is light, but only as a memory. Since it happened my body’s rhythm has altered in what I can only assume is an innate self preservation. My memories of before are sun drenched and full of life, ...
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Plates, Trays, and Automobiles
A little place called Four AM. We stepped into the dinner, knowing our money was low. We’d been traveling at night a lot. There were two younger Latino men in the corner booth, sipping coffee, and debating the wonders of nighttime driving with th...
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Night Writer
Illuminated keyboard Hunched by the light Memories moth toward Me on this listless summer night
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into the night
women weep in secret lying cold along the trail of your passionate throes we are but transient jesters entertaining the judging, hungry eyes of your court but our soft white flesh will soon no longer feed your rotted soul you grow tired of our soft v...
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to hell with saying goodbye
The moon had cast a long eerie white light that snuck past the drifting curtains and landed gently on my face. I glanced around the room, staring at my suitcase tucked neatly into the corner, reminding me that tomorrow I would no longer sleep in this h...
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Cassiopeia
With a chair on the dock, I stare at the stars. By this time, the fire on the beach is beginning to die out and the mosquitos are taking over. My thoughts are elsewhere though. The night stars twinkle so bright they reflect of the glassy water. Out her...
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Nights are the Worst
The day brings light It brings rational and optimisim There are colors and hopes and dreams The night brings dark It brings doubt and uncertainty There is nothing and emptyness and despair The day is quick The night is slow The day is bustling The nigh...
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The Last Mariachi
A low-lying mist swirled about my legs as I trudged along the dusty road. Considering how crispy the desert could get during the day, it was surprisingly cool right now. I jammed my hands in my pockets and peered at the road ahead. In the distance, I c...
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The Last Mariachi (Reprise)
My ears tracked the lonely music as long as I could. It was a welcome reprieve from the ever-present music of desert fauna that one would normally expect in the wastes of Mexico. The moon hovered in the sky, pleasantly full and illuminating the land qu...
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Seems To Be Circular To Me
D elicate A fterlives W elcome the N ewly restored womb. B looming R ecycled I nstances G rowing forth from the H orizon’s distances, T ime towers, E nveloping N aturally like the S easons are slowly sloping. D aunting U niverse— S uch a...