Do Not Go Gentle Into The Night Novels & Stories

The unusual knock on the door disturbed the silence she was immersed in. She waited for it to die down as she leisurely sipped a glass of wine. The cool breeze from the open balcony rushed in to caress her. Knock! Knock! Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock! The slow paced knock slowly increased as the visitant became impatient with the lack of response. Mei slowly closed her eyes and patiently waited for the knock to stop as she savored the remnants of wine inside her mouth.

Lux was relieved to have done so and heaved a sigh, “Huft … finally the body got out of it and didn't stiffen up anymore.” Besides, Lux was disappointed with something. The handgun had slipped from her hand due to the mud earlier. So that, the handgun was crushed by the ice because she froze everything. "No problem. Later I will ask them for a new handgun,” Lux said in her heart with a faint smile. The man who had tried to attack Lux earlier became panicked and he knew that the girl was no ordinary girl. He pointed his index finger at Lux and was nervous, “Y-You … you turned out to be a neart user too!”

" It was just right that when she finally stepped out of the shower, the son ended. From the sheer weight Of your doubts and fears Wounded heart When the light disappears And when this world's insincere You'll be safe here When nobody hears you scream I'll scream with you You'll be safe here In my arms Through the long cold night Sleep tight You'll be safe here When no one understands I'll believe You'll be safe, You'll be safe You'll be safe here

So I would definitely remember if I was back to having nightmares. I try to blink my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I only see darkness all the lights are off so instead I try to see the time still upset I’m sweating like this and then Shasta’s feet are coming in my face all of a sudden like she can’t feel me or feel herself move. Move your feet Shasta I say but she just groans ignoring me Now I know it must have been hot from both our body heat. She probably has rolled on my side the whole night I groan out loud Why do I have to sleep with her she doesn’t know how to share a bed and always end up with some part of her on me.And she has her own bed but choose to sleep in mine.Dad calls h

The floor left a long trail of blood behind me. The baby seemed to sense danger and began kicking wildly inside me. Another contraction crashed through me, so painful I could barely breathe. Then they hung me upside down from the metal frame. My head roared. The baby slammed against my abdomen. Black spots burst across my vision. Tears ran upward into my hair. "Graham, come back and look at me. Are you really this cruel?" "Graham, I can't hold on. The baby really will…"

we go our separate ways. I wished for this to be our final farewell. It was a way to put a satisfying end to those eight years, for I couldn't forget three miserable years spent at the rehab. And Mark was the person who sent me in there and locked the door behind me. “Jennifer...” Mark reached out to grab me, but I dodged him. “Mr. Anderson, please don’t disturb me anymore I want to spend my remaining time peacefully.” After saying that, I left. I drove the small electric vehicle, and through the rearview mirror, I saw Mark’s car following behind, neither too close nor too far. I didn’t pay it any mind.

Waiting for a message that's never going to come. From a woman who's already gone.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Emma pouted. I stood up taking a closer look at the red roses. They looked deadly. Thorns at the ready to shred any unlucky creature that had the courtesy to fall victim. Deadly yet beautiful. Somehow, even with all the rough jagged edges of the thorns the rose still accepted it as part of itself. “Lovely aren't they?” Eric purred chillingly. I jumped seeing him peer over my shoulder. “Yes. They really are something.” I answered calmly. Fear was starting to set in though. He captured full packs overnight. Not even giving them the chance to wonder what had hit them.

Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life. Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.