The Ragged Edge Of Night Novels & Stories

The door swung open with a groan. Cold night air and smoke poured in, curling around Silas’s shoulders like fingers. The fractured moons turned the mist silver, and for a heartbeat everything looked like a dream: pale ground, black stones, and the shadows of three figures crouched at the edge of the neutral ring.

The old woman sang a bar in the wrong key and didn’t care. I gently lifted the camera and switched it to a night mode. The screen brightened to a grainy green. The frame shook a little; my hands were steady but not that patient. I dug my elbows into the sill and watched. The hill in night vision looked like the tide when it stands still. The wall went from a dark stripe to a rough band with edges. I could see where the stones changed age. The gap also showed—a neat mouth the size of a child’s hand, low, three stones up. Well spotted, Salvo.

He shyly informed her as his point fingers met. ‘Nice idea,’ She thought while her not-cooperating face gave a not-that-interested look. As she thought for an ideal name, an inexplicable word sprang out on her mind instead. “Morgenstern,” she mumbled without lifting her chin from her palm. “From now on, you will be Morgenstern Dale. [Meaning: ‘the valley of the morning star.]’” Reading Erin Morgenstern's book "The Starless Sea" was her favorite past time. "We are all stardust and stories, indeed.

~Kezi I’m sucked into a distant memory without my permission. Two years ago. It’s a foggy night tonight, which isn’t very common in the Vengeance Pack. The mist is draped across the road, lacing around trees boughs and street lamps. With every step I make down the asphalt, it twists around my ankles before creeping away like rampant small creatures, slipping through gutters and fluttering around loose leaves. I need to stop sneaking out at night, especially with winter encroaching. There is nowhere for me to be, and no one for me to see.

It can be seen that the girl is wearing a low-rise short with urban grey and wearing a white ruffled top. After that, Lux was already outside her apartment door and locked her apartment. It was seen that the girl was wearing jet black frye boots. Then, she started to move her feet that she was going to her appointment place together with Rosa that they had determined since yesterday. After a few minutes later… Lux got off the bus and she walked briskly towards her appointment, Codeland Plaza. During the walk, Lux ran fast that she didn't want Rosa to wait for her too long. At that moment, Lux accidentally bumped into a man. Lux was shocked, “Ugh!”

The night air at the edge of the Whispering Crags was heavy, a suffocating blanket of tropical heat rising from the lowlands only to collide violently with the biting cold granite of the northern peaks. It created a restless swirling vortex of wind that whistled through the narrow fissures of the stone, a sound the locals called the death-sigh.

"If you have any humanity left, just live your life quietly and stop making a scene!" With a clang, I pushed the door open. The anxiety on Vanessa's face instantly cleared. But she controlled the curve of her lips and still put on an arrogant front in front of me. "You still have the nerve to come back! Because you didn't come home yesterday, no one changed Dad's diaper. His thighs are red and raw. "Go kneel to him and apologize, and I'll let bygones be bygones and reluctantly forgive you." I swept my cold gaze over the room. After only one day away, the house already reeked of urine.

That is the strangest thing I have ever thought in my life. That familiar itch starts to spread across my neck, down my chest to my stomach. It itches so bad, I pull up my shirt and when I do, I scream out into the empty dark room that is lit only by the moonlight and a single nightlight over by the entrance. Daring to look down again, I see that where I had just scratched, is a gaping wound and there is a maggot crawling out of it. I hear a noise from behind me and when I turn on my heels, I watch as the same man from before stands about a foot taller than I am and is staring right into my eyes. He opens his mouth and states, “You have finally awakened. Good.”

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Somewhat calmly, I took Mori's hand and squeezed it, in a quiet comfort that was only meant to give him some peace. I didn't imagine that would be enough to shed a few tears. Quietly we arrived at his apartment, he adjusted the sofa bed and I told him I still didn't want to sleep. The apartment was no longer filled with boxes, but was arranged like a typical single man's room. I smiled when I saw the video games, the giant TV and decided to go with the flow: we decided to do a marathon of the scary game saga. We had fun, until we were tired, the passing of the bills at such a horrendous night that we had, without imagining that the morning would be worse.