When It Gets Dark Novels & Stories

And then— Darkness.

I said. "Actually, you just haven't realized it yet. Darkness has its own beauty." I look at Ozgur because I understand the meaning of those words, and I agree with his opinion. "Yes, darkness is beautiful." If the darkness is Ozgur, then the darkness is the sparkling light that I gets used to over time. That's right, the longer it is in the dark, the eyes will get used to seeing. And maybe, when the white light comes, it feels like these eyes will not be as comfortable as when they are in the dark.

I could hardly bear the weight of the truth. I took slow, deep breaths to steady myself, trying to quell the dizziness that had settled in my head. I looked up at the sky, which was once again shrouded in clouds, mirroring the somber mood of the moment. The sun was obscured by dark gray clouds, casting a dismal light over everything. The leaves were starting to turn, hinting at the arrival of autumn. The days were getting shorter, with the sun setting earlier around 7:30 PM, signaling the approach of dinner time.

She said to no one as she disappeared into the crowd of workers. ~~~ One Week Later Inside each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago.

Lucas led us through the dimly lit forest in sure steps with Adrianna walking beside him intentionally sashaying, she was obviously proud of the fact that it was her man that was bold enough to take the lead. Lucas walked like he had been in the forest before, like he was used to walking through dimly lit and scary forest probably full of shadows waiting for us to come near before they devoured us. As we went deep into the forest murmuring started to rise, people were starting to get less scared because we had been walking for at least 2 hours and nothing had happened yet.

then everything went dark. Ladies and Gentlemen, the award of the most worst night ever goes to tonight, August 20th, 2020. I stare at the dark ceiling, I've actually given up on Life, these flashbacks are prove that there's no hope for me, and definitely no help coming, not that I need it though. ~.~

And you have no idea what's coming if you find tonight unpleasant. The room fell quiet. The power outage then occurred. We were enveloped completely by darkness. And I realized—we were n ot alone ourselves.

Arkham (Two weeks later) Darkness…nothing else.... No matter where I look, just complete and utter darkness! The sound of my racing heart, that’s all I can hear or sense. That, and these immense feelings raging inside… My eyes shoot open to the darkness in my room, only the bright light of the moon peeking through my window. I look at the time… 03:00am... Fucking great! Witching hour… every fucking night! I get up and open the window. I need some fresh air!

Three Years Later On a pitch-black night, thunder rolled across the New York City skyline, accompanied by streaks of silver lightning tearing through the gloomy clouds. Rain poured heavily, soaking the nearly deserted streets. Annabelle, with one hand gripping her worn umbrella and the other clutching her faded handbag, hurried through the storm. The moon peeked now and then through the dense clouds, providing the dimmest glow to guide her path. Streetlights flickered unreliably, casting eerie shadows that danced on the wet pavement.

I had one hour to bring this to her or it would ne useless. And I would be damned if I let this process get ruined because of a singular, little but most important bit. I stalked forward, hurrying in my steps. The night was getting darker, proof that the morning was coming. It was still pretty interesting to me that the night was the darkest just before the light came. It was at this point of the night that the hunters gave up, this was the point where everyone was at their weakest and in their deepest sleep but this was also the shortest part of the night.