The world I know of

Light poured in through the windows bathing the room in soft silver light. Callie stared out the window in a daze her mind overtaken by the email of confirmation she had received from Preston Arts, the most prestigious art school in the country. She thought about what to create, the confirmation email was just the first step, she held a folded fist against her chest as she twisted in bed to face her laptop the words PRESTON ARTS INTERNATIONAL staring boldly at her as if edging her to travel through the screen. She’d dreamt of this her whole life, well technically her whole junior year which was ironic considering she studied mostly science related subjects. “Tsk” She let out a soft scoff her mind reeling over the torture of attending grueling chemistry and physics classes, the only thing that helped was her intelligence, she was smart, incredibly so infact. She managed to keep her spot as top of the class without much effort. She still leaned towards art despite her smarts, he

Asher sat atop a chair placed right in the middle of his room staring out the window, the silver hues from the moonlight illuminated the room giving the otherwise dreary room a soft glow. The window was the only source of light in the dark room. As he sat he folded his arms and stared straight at the window and suddenly, the moon started emitting a soft gold light becoming even brighter than before. Asher unhurriedly stood and walked to his window closing it and drawing the blinds shut. It had started and he wasn’t about to witness any other anomaly. He walked back to the chair and sat, waiting for something. It started, a sound, a very odd and terrifying sound. A low vibrational hum that travelled through the ground and shook him to his core, his arms gripped the armrest of the chair and he gritted his teeth, the sound was unsettling and very much so. He grabbed his head and winced as the low hum shifted to disturbing whispers and screeches that left him worn out. Then it stopped

Callie sat still staring into space her right arm over her belly. She had just finished half of the large pizza she had ordered and she felt like she couldn’t get any more in her. Her phone started ringing ending her staring contest with the wall, it was her mum. She opted to let it go to voicemail, she didn’t want to speak with her mother or start a useless conversation with her either. She thought back to when she was much younger and craved her mum’s affection, she would have rolled off a cliff if her mum had asked her to. She chuckled bitterly, “What a sad childhood.” Her eyes locked onto her phone’s screen which lit up with a text from her mother. “Call me back when you get this” she read squinting her eyes at the screen that was a bit of a distance from her. “Yeah right, pfft. Like I’d willingly subject myself to torture, I think not.” She shifted her eyes away from the screen and drifted off to sleep yet again. Callie opened her eyes and saw blackened walls, she lifted he

Asher stood in his room, it was that time of the week, the time those things ran amok, he stared at the window the urge to leave it open throughout the night building up in him, he ignored it though, who knew what they were capable of? They just might decide to join him in his bedroom and play house, he cocked his head slightly to the right and briefly raised his eyebrows at the thought, that would actually be quite hilarious if you disregard the fact that they could quite literally kill you. He walked over to the window and shut it, he’d test the waters another day, he was sure he’d feel suicidal enough one of these days. Instead of his usual routine of sitting right in the middle of his room and watching the window he decided to stay in his bed and watch from the safest place possible or so he believed. He was really going to do it, survive the night without drawing the blinds, he clenched his fists mentally encouraging himself, sure h

Callie stared straight through her bedroom window lost in thought, she was broken out of her daze by the sound of a truck pulling up, she stood up and rushed downstairs excitement flowing in her veins. She hurried to open the door right before the delivery driver could even knock. The boy who looked no older than 21 stared at her with an amused expression a small smirk on his face. "Delivery for Miss Rosewood from Belsworthy Art Store?" The boy said reading from a tablet. "Yes, Yes." Callie replied her eyes looking over his shoulder towards the truck. "You just got this job?" She said her eyes travelling back to meet his. His eyes widened slightly surprised by the question. "Yeah...how did you know?" He turned after the towards the truck and started unloading the supplies. "Oh that, I know most of the workers from the store." Callie replied walking over to aid in unloading the boxes containing her art supplies. "I'm Nate," The boy said with