Stories by Colin Night, by newest first

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  • gone.
    Wind. And drizzle. A light drizzle like a mist, floating on the wind. Making everything gray and refreshing. So much harder to stay asleep when cold air is blowing cold rain onto your face on a cold morning.1
    by Colin Night 1000 words, on Oct 4 9:19 PM
  • Swinging
    Some days were better than others. There were the days that seemed to last twice as long and she felt so angry, so irritated. She just wanted to hurt people, dig her nails into their skin, sink her knee into their stomachs, b
    by Colin Night 500 words, 3 comments, on Mar 15 6:50 PM
  • Waiting
    She waits. She waits through nights darker than black beetle’s wings and days hotter than the highest desert.1
    by Colin Night 600 words, 2 comments, on Feb 18 6:46 PM
  • Fate Developing
    It knows us all, every one of us. Our faces, our habits. Our future. It knows everything about us.1
    by Colin Night 900 words, 1 comment, on Feb 3 7:31 PM
  • Into The Night
    Peter kicked his feet in the puddles as he walked past them. He glared at each pavement square as if it had just kicked his dog. He picked up stones as he walked and threw them at the sides of buildings. He glowered at each
    by Colin Night 600 words, 1 comment, on Jun 9 11:08 PM 2008
  • Cracked
    It was hot and dusty. It was summer. 1 / Most summers were the same in this hot dusty place. People lay around for three months with the air conditioning on and the pool jammed with bodies so it
    by Colin Night 900 words, 6 comments, on May 14 8:55 PM 2008
  • Faerie Title
    Her name wasn’t Elaine; John thought afterward, that was the problem.1 / Her father had walked her up the aisle, the preacher had said his bit, John had said I Do, the ring boy was ready, Melanie
    by Colin Night 500 words, 2 comments, on Mar 28 11:11 PM 2008
  • Tree Magic
    There you are. There you are, standing underneath that tree, staring up at the sky like you want to go up into the clouds and look down at everyone without having to feel. I want to walk up to you and tell you how I feel. I w
    by Colin Night 300 words, 3 comments, on Feb 16 8:52 PM 2008
  • Seeing You Cry Makes Me Feel Like Saying Sorry
    Seeing you cry makes me feel like saying sorry.1 / Almost, not completely. After all, its just water, right? Salty water coming from your eyes, it doesn’t mean a thing.2
    by Colin Night 400 words, 9 comments, on Feb 16 8:36 PM 2008
  • Come Home
    It was raining and dark outside. In the night, cars passed him, sloshing water around his ankles and into his socks, lighting him up with their headlights, then driving away and leaving him in the dark again. It wasn’t cold o
    by Colin Night 300 words, 2 comments, on Jan 22 7:12 PM 2008
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