I woke up in the middle of the night and heard my sister breathing in the bed next to me. I then remembered she had stayed at a friend’s house for the night and wasn’t home.
They told me they had lost the keys to every room on the 13th floor. It also appeared that they had replaced the peepholes with one-way mirrors, I used to think.
You are watching a movie with your girlfriend and you feel her head rest against your shoulder. Then you look in the kitchen only to see your girlfriend making popcorn.
Tristan marvelled at every shelf unable to believe his eyes. Ten stems, head cavalcades, mIghty filament lenses. The intergalactic children’s superstore really did have everything he would need for his time distortion reactor.
At night, when I look out into the shining blackness, I wonder if there is life in the Universe. The freezing Argon makes my face tubes squeeze in time to the flapping of migrating sky motes.
The silence was tangible.
The town slept under the glow of the moon and owls sang lullabies to the trees.
Night after night they grumbled about being hungry and dared her to step foot on the floor.
Instead, last night she set up a trip-wire and watched them drag her rapist step-father into the shadows, and smiled.
It was like standing in the middle of an open field on a clear night, trying to hide from the stars. He must have already known what I had done, just like the stars would have seen me all along as I fruitlessly darted and ducked behind fences and bales of hay – and now all I could really do was to march straight up to him and openly reveal my transgression against his loyal love.
She said unto the star-barren new-moon sky: “Night – be my eyes, so that I may see beyond the limits of that which sunlight reveals.” She screamed and hissed and writhed in the searing pain of the acid she splashed into her own eyes, but she welcomed the eternal honesty of an infinite darkness.
Drunk on the couch again, but this time I can hear thunder outside.
Wonder if I’ll forget this night.
At night, everything comes to life.
Watch out for the toaster!
With eerie eyes closed,
I assure myself of my
Still waiting for you to
the audacity of my
My son was tucked in bed when he asked me to check under the bed. When I checked, my son was down there, and said that someone was on the bed
The night is yours.
May I visit?
Sweetly falls a mother’s breath upon her child’s neck, as softly they touch cheek to cheek, and lash to lash they try to sleep. But her keen ears are ever wary of the sounds that stalk and creep… night has just begun.
They thought it was a good idea to sneak into the school at night and change their grades until muffled laughter came down from the dark classrooms in the empty hallways. The laughter sounded way too young to be the school’s current students.
Its 2AM and i’m woken by the sounds of a girl crying. Im too scared to let her out.