Things To Do At 12 Am Novels & Stories

Pink and then orange and then the kind of dark you can't get in LA, with stars slowly appearing one by one. She sits down next to me. "I just want to warn you. You're going to want to leave around eight tonight. Don't. Eight to ten is the bad part when you’re new to this. After ten the brain quiets down." "You're saying that likes there’s a science to it." "I've been attending things like this for six years. The first time is the hardest. The quiet can be overwhelming. Not having tech to distract you. I know exactly when you're going to want to leave."

“North, is that you?” “Who else, Zamani? I'm running out of time,” North said and I could hear he was out of breath. “This…this is…” I checked the time on my bedside clock. “It's four thirty in the morning.” “Yes, and I need your help. Are you going to help me or not? It's important.” I sat up on my bed and let out a loud yawn. “I've got therapy at noon. Where should I meet you?” “Midnight Oasis. How fast can you get here, Zamani?” North asked.

(BRANDON) At exactly 12 in the midnight, I find myself relaxing back against my office sitting with my legs on the table as I swipe through my iPad going through the list of pictures of the tools needed for the current project I am working on. The night has really been a stressful one attending to the juniors and observing the meetings with the board of directors and I have been extremely tired. But all of this is nothing compared to the load of work about to come my way in the next few minutes.

The company holiday party was winding down by 11:30 p.m., fairy lights dimming over half-empty champagne flutes and wilting centerpieces. Most of the staff had trickled out, cabs summoned, Ubers pinged, excuses made about early flights or hangovers already brewing. Ethan lingered because he always lingered: the ambitious intern who volunteered for every late-night project, who memorized org charts and stayed until the lights automatically shut off at midnight.

Nothing, no sign of anyone, not a single sound at all. Now normally at this time you hear howling and shuffling, laughing, and all around excited voices, wolves running and starting runs or just coming back, midnight is when we all gather and run when we aren't on patrol. However, there is nothing, none of those sounds, no happiness, just void.

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The workshop at the North Pole hummed with the fading clatter of elf hammers and saws, the air crisp with pine and fresh snow. It was late, well past midnight in the eternal twilight of the pole and most elves had scampered off to their bunks, bellies full of holiday eggnog.

Declan’s POV I prefer working in the early morning hours when the rest of the world is asleep. There’s something soothing about the world around 3 and 4 am. Nothing is due that early. All the bars are closed, the coffee shops not yet open. It feels like a stolen, frozen moment. I also enjoy how very quiet it is. As I sit at my desk in my office, I swear I can hear every creak in the estate. There isn’t a mouse who could enter this building at that time without me being aware of it.

Nocturnal creatures were scavenging, as the night was their world, the night was where they roam free. The night is when they drift to sleep, it is when people ceased from the lights of day, just to fall on their beds to gather strength to go for the next day. It was already midnight by then, the clocktower by the other side of the city chimed to life. Some night-goers were still awake and alive by then, either in clubs, bars, or in their own houses. Pulling an all-nighter in order to finish their works and presentations needed the next day, or having a break day while binge watching to favorite movies, doing recreational activities to bring delight.

SSHS 130 It was already deep into the night, quarter to eleven in the evening and most of the students settled into their jackets and found a place they were comfortable to sleep in. The others decided to stay a little bit more into the late night to tell scary stories, play some board games or card games even and there are those who are getting into the deep conversation as the night goes deeper with them. The other Club Presidents also settled in for the night, they were determined that the whiteout would last until tomorrow and they did advise the others to sleep and conserve their energy.