Midnight Writers January 2021

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Without Light

By The Midnight Raven Her eyes flickered in the darkness as she trudged along the cracked cobblestone. The echoing sound of her footsteps rung in her ears. She clutched a metal lantern in her hand, the chill handle sending a shiver through her body. The candle in the lantern dripped hot wax that covered it’s floor while the flame burned vibrantly. It shed a bit of light, illuminating only a foot or so around her, but it was enough. The lantern kept her from complete darkness, and without it, she would be lost. Stumbling through the dark without a light to guide her and without the hope to push her forward. It was a chill winter’s night, freshly fallen snow powdered the ground, and the brisk air brushed her cheeks until they were pink. She shouldn’t have been out this late, especially on a night like this, when there were so many dangers threatening her source of light, but she promised she would meet her. Under the branches of a pine tree, the spicy scent filling their noses, under the blanket of darkness that filled the nighttime. She pushed forward as a large gust of wind lifted her fiery red hair off her shoulders. She put a hand over her eyes to shield them from the biting wind, but in the process, she ignored the lantern clutched in her hand. There was nothing stopping it. The frigid breeze blew out the flickering flame in one gust, shedding undeniable darkness all around her. She let out a gasp, her air puffing out in front of her from the cold. She was left in the inky black of the night, with no direction whatsoever except what had recently been around her. She knew that behind her was her home, but she had been walking for around ten minutes, navigating constant turns and she could no longer remember what they were. The oil of the streetlamps had long gone out and she knew that the forest would have no light at all, the branches blocking off any moonlight. She gazed behind her shoulder, searching for any sort of direction but she could find none. She was lost in the dark, and there was no light coming to illuminate through the night.

A New Year

By Blue Serendipity Time to make a goal That I will not remember Within the next week

Missing Work By Lola

I’m really hanging on Dangling by a thread. With first semester ending and college decisions arriving, I can feel the senioritis Seeping into me. Please don’t call on me, For I wouldn’t be there. Yes I know I know, I’m haven’t turned anything in Since December, But hey I’m not completely failing? “Ten!” Illustration by Cupid


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