Short Story: A Fictional Narrative

Laura unlocked her door, she opened it and turned to wave at Carmilla who started walking away. Laura closed

“I figured they would be,” he chuckles, then continues on, “you can sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll take the couch?”. As soon as the words “i’ll take the couch came out of his mouth you started to argue. Finally, after about an hour of arguing it was decided that you would indeed sleep in his bed with the promise that next time we have a sleepover he gets the bed.

“You need rest. You’re drunk and you’ll be sore in the morning” Joseph said, sliding his hands away and helping Paul up. “I can sleep on the couch, it’s fine” Paul protested but Joseph shook his head “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on that thing. I don’t have a guest room, so you’ll have to settle with sharing my bed tonight.” Joseph said, not giving Paul any time for a rebuttal, leading him up the stairs and to the bedroom.

Consequently, they are currently sleeping with the door closed and the dogs downstairs, and Sheila is not happy about it. After all, she

Hands on hips, Carter leaned back looked up at the tower and then down at the body working out angles and positioning.

Michael's back hurt from sleeping on the hard wooden chair but he didn’t mind since he was well rested. He sat up cracking his back. It was still dark out. He noticed there was a note left on his chest. ‘We all went out on the boat to see the sunrise. Be back by noon - Ashton’. Michael didn’t care that they left him he never cared for boats. He stumbled half awake up the stairs making his way to the bedroom him and the boys were supposed to share. He turned the corner and opened the door. Michael froze when he was met with the site of Harry Styles half naked sprawled out on the bed. The only thing covering him was a pair of navy blue pants that cut off just above the ankle.

James smiled, his dark face lighting up under his heavy glasses. “That’s alright, it was me who asked, after all.”

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

That was going to have to be their door for the night. They both heard clicking noises which caused them to turn around.

James's entire demeanor changed, his body tensing as he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, no," he said. "Don't tell me you're talking to him again. Do you have any idea…"

He sighed and switched off the light, leaving the bathroom, which was connected to the bedroom and entering said bedroom.

We all have a place to sleep, and no I’m not talking about your car, or the couch at a friend’s house, I’m talking about a bedroom. A bedroom, is obviously a room with a bed in it, but it can be much more than that.

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While sitting on the porch after I’d finished exploring the guest book, I recall Deb and Dad joining me to discuss what bedrooms we’d be using. I took a brief survey of the possibilities in my mind. The maid’s quarters had three bedrooms, the upstairs proper had five bedrooms, and downstairs there was the master bedroom and a room next to it with a bed. The only problem I saw with where to sleep was having too many choices. With three of us in residence, the downstairs option would only accommodate two and no one was interested in being marooned in some distant corner of what some locals thought was a haunted house. The rooms in the maid’s quarters had more serious weather damage than in the rest of the house, and they were small and had