The Things We Do In The Dark Novels & Stories

We sat in the dark again. No door opened that night. No knock. This time no scream. But the quiet made a sound anyway. It sounded like fear learning our names. And we stayed. Because that’s what we're doing now. We stay.

"Many people wondered why scary things happen when it's dark, especially when there is an unexplainable blackout. Why do thieves' devices plan and think that it's best carried out at night? Why do most people die at night? I have spent the night in a hospital when most of the patients died before daybreak. I have also gone to numerous fetish festivals that perform sacrifices. Why perform this sacrifice at night? One thing is for certain. The dark is one symbolic entity where bad, strange, and dangerous things happen. Though some love the night because they could see the moon in its full glory-"

Without saying another word, he turned back toward the darkness of the trees and vanished instantly, leaving behind him nothing but a crack of thunder in the sky. Alex’s eyes shot upward as the thunder rolled overhead. The snow encircling him had completely melted away, as if his very being was radiating a heated atmosphere around him. All these strange things had happened to him in the course of a single day, but it felt like an eternity, and Alex knew he had to be extremely careful, or he might lose his way again. The very thought was causing Rowan’s words to echo in his mind once more, “The darkness has been known by my people to do two things whenever it chose to reveal itself: take a li

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

And the act of making something, of putting together instead of tearing apart, was the thing that pulled me off that floor. You don't fix the world by burning it. You fix it by making soup at midnight with someone who loves you. The dark blue light died. Not gradually. Like a fist unclenching. And what it left was nothing. No golden warmth. No creation light. No severing cold. The three doors in my chest closed, all of them, and the silence that followed was the loudest thing I had ever heard. I slid down the wall. My hands were dark. Ordinary. Empty.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

I felt like Pandora’s box had been opened and it was sitting in my lap, all the evil in the world spilling out around me ripping the paint off the walls and tainting the carpet. If I stayed I wanted no part in their organizations or their game of cat and mouse. I wanted only to be there for Guilia who would know nothing about this. She was happy and carefree, I will do for her what my mother did for me and keep the world bright and shiny. I think it helps those of us who look darkness in the face to see the sunshine on those we love. “All right,” I finally spoke. “I won’t tell a soul,” “I knew you wouldn’t darling,” He grinned, if he thought that meant I would play any part in this scheme he

She leaves me with a line echoing in my head: “We can’t outrun darkness. But we can light up enough space to find our own way.” I stare at the ceiling again. The chessboard is spread. We’ve defended the king—but the game continues.

"We could all have dinner together." "That's not a bad idea; you can invite Amber." "We'll go shopping tomorrow, then?" "I'll go. What kind of food are you gonna want?" "The traditional Thanksgiving food." "Okay." I heard a familiar song come on: "Stand By Me" by Ben E. King. When the night has come, and the land is dark. "This is a nice song to slow dance to," I commented. Adam smiled at me, stood up, and held out his hand. "May I have this dance?"

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful