Stories tagged “night”

  • Unfinished Intro

    It was a stormy night in April. The wind howled forcing the trees to bow to it. The rain came down in torrents sounding like a thousand horses. The moon and stars were eerily hidden by storm clouds. That night two shadows made their way weaving through...

  • The Sleepy Insomniac

    I am exhausted. My eyes will not close. Shadows ring my eyes. I am too cold. My muscles are sore. I am dying of heat. It is way past midnight. My brain won’t shut off. Everyone is asleep already. I toss and turn. I want a sweet dream. My stomach ...

  • Train (Station) of Thought

    The train stations were always busiest at night. With dreaming locomotives constantly loading and unloading passengers, trains of thought barreling down whimsical and ever-shifting tracks, inspirational passengers headed to hidden destinations to light...

  • Driving In A Daze

    I’m speeding. My surroundings fly past me. My foot is locked on the gas pedal involuntarily. I look through the glass windows, but I cannot see what is ahead of me; everything is blurry, unclear, smudged. I begin to look for my glasses, but I the...

  • The Wandering Ant

    Redgar, at least he thought his name was Redgar, had been travelling a long time. His memory had holes in it. He knew that much. Was he running from something? Was he cursed? Redgar wasn’t sure. It was frustrating not to know but he did know one ...

  • Secrets.

    I want to see you again. I want to run away with you in the night to someplace dark and safe and quiet, even for just a few hours. I want to trade all of our darkest secrets. I want to hold you, and I want you to know you mean something to me. You chan...

    • Author: MissMay.
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Nostalgia

    I got off the bus and saw my school of past The street was still as a badly-taken photograph Steeped in deserted dark I wish it were lit by flash The school sat behind me street lamps with their steadfast areas of bright illuminated intervals of roads ...

    • Author: helig
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Bittersweet Nights In The Midwest

    We waited in the sweltering sun, tiny beads of sweat rolling gracefully down our bare arms. We hopped on the bus that would surely take us somewhere new. We sat down and it hit us. The smell, quite pungent, lingered in the stale air. It was one of thos...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Calling

    His earbuds pulse softly with music that only he can hear. His motorcycle purrs unabated down the freeway at speeds that would terrify most drivers. He flies past a cop car, and smiles when the officer doesn’t even bother to flash his lights. The...

  • Something in the Night

    “Something goes here.” I spoke the words aloud, but they got lost in the wind. Leaves and blades of grass flitted across my field of vision, obscuring the already muddy issue at hand. If there was a moon I couldn’t see it. If there we...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Light Pollution

    Street lamps shaped like teardrops line the sidewalks, glowing ominously in the brisk night. Too bad about the stars, though. I can barely make out the usual Big Dipper and Orion’s Belt.

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Square Faces

    As I take every step, I hear the houses around me breathing loudly. I can feel them watching me, the windows the eyes, the sidewalk, the large tongue lolling out, trying to lick me. Everything inside me is electrified and without my permission, I start...

    • Author: Shamaliane
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Car

    The dark night, the quiet wind, the hot weather and you and I. You in front of me, I saw you, you watched me, you thought about it, I know you did. I got close to you, You looked at me, I leaned over and without thinking it over I kissed you. My arms s...

    • Author: Laggel
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Haze

    Tong . . . tong . . . tong. The distant peal of Lizzie’s Pride finished striking eleven. The clocktower could be heard throughout the city, dominating the night. Nearby a refuse can lay on its side. A cat pawed through contents that had spilled o...

  • I'm Having A Moment

    I will never be able to comprehend the complexity of the night sky, or what goes on in my brain when I sit in my parked car and inhale, sparked flint stinging my nose, as the smoke fills my lungs. Dew seeps into my shirt as we point and stare and smil...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Warm Hands

    She felt his weight leave the bed, as he walked towards the bathroom door. As he came back into bed he draped his arm over her, only to find himself taken aback from her cold shrug off. “Your hands are cold,” she scoffed. A moment later, sh...

  • To Gather is to Shine! (Day 2)

    I could feel a smile threatening to break out as I watched them come. Writers of different ages, sizes, colors, each carrying a brass lantern. Some had bought oils to mark them as different. Their flames burned in purples, pale greens, and silvers. Sev...

  • Who is My Neighbor? (Day 5) (Mature)

    This couldn’t be happening. I stared through the metal grate, desperately trying to find any sign of my keys- some small glint of light from where they had fallen or the square shape of the key chain I had earned by being a best man. Below the gr...

  • Walks Home

    I always used to dread the long walks home, throwing suspicious glances toward the shadows made by trees (or criminals, who knows). But now, I almost relish them. The time I have to myself is almost comforting. I have nothing to distract myself with, ...

  • Harried Wait

    For the fourth time in the space of half an hour Capt Dogra patted himself down. The M4 was still clipped to his chest, the M9 in its holster, ear plugs in his pocket, extra ammo all around his mid-section, and a flash grenade pouch filled with energy ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • (Day 39) Misguided Prayer

    When will the pain end? It’s a question he hears much too often with no way to qualify the answer. The problem with hearing prayers is not the futility of trying answer all of them; the issue lies in the not knowing what the prayer pertains to. H...

  • What He Is and Is Not

    “I am not some demon,” the shaky voice plead in the darkness, “frankly evil and dark.” Scratches and huffs answered from the undergrowth, and spindly fingers of vine and thorn scratched in exposed ankles. Overhead a reluctant mo...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Ear to the Alien Night

    I stare at the mirror. My vision fails me, or the surface is too dirty. Leaning, twisting to no avail, I cannot make out my own face. Is it there? Am I here? Where is here? I’m frustrated and bored all at once. “Benten, get off the hamper!&...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Making Sense of Spit in the Wind

    The days were a blur of sand, wind, and sketchy accomodations. Though he had a notepad filled with notes on soldier after soldier, Capt Dogra wasn’t sure he’d done anything productive. Perhaps it was sufficient he had born witness to their ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Running Cat

    She was running. Running like she was being followed by a group of Olympic thugs. She didn’t know why she was running. It was dark, she could only make out the pavement just in front of her so she could dodge the plethora of potholes in the concr...