Hey! More Writing!!

So, we had to write a Narrative, just like every other year we had to, so... uh... here it is? Enjoy!

Dark, stormy nights… they aren’t usually nice, but right now they’re okay.

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He didn't know how he got here, one second he was in his bed, waiting for the day ahead that would create a gateway into the winter holidays. Next thing he knew, he was locked in some rundown building that had no windows, no unlocked doors, and no one inside apart from him. One thing he definitely knew though, is that he was not anywhere near his neighbourhood.

Everything was silent, you could hear a piece of fabric fall a mile away, he hated silence, it never meant anything good. Not even some weird evil person had come to gloat at him like he’d seen in his comic books back home, he usually liked silence when he was at home, because he knew it was a safe place for him.

But when it is complete silence in a place you don’t even know where it is is a big no no. 

Sitting on the damp floor, he got up, looking around for at least some way out, a clue or something? But he never found it, he was just in some random concrete box in the middle of nowhere. But there had to be a way out, how would they get him in anyway?

Maybe they took out a small portion of the wall and then put it back in- wait! After looking around for what seemed like hours, he found something. A part of the wall was poking out just a bit, and the colour was lighter. He had played enough games to know what to do, he stepped back, and drove his heel into the wall. The piece of the wall fell out and he fell over with it, he landed on the ground, scraping his shin against the sharp edge.

“Dammit!” He shouted, “For g-” 

“Hey man, you okay?” He turned his head to spot a man standing right there, despite this place actually being in the middle of nowhere, he looked tall, messy brown hair and glasses, his frame was lean, with lazily put on clothes. He rubbed his eye’s a little bit, and the man disappeared.

“What on Earth…” He mumbled. He looked around, the plain was deserted, tingey yellow spread out on the land like butter, a small population of cacti could be seen, the green breaking up the bright ground. The place looked almost looked fake. he turned to look back to the building, but it was gone, he stepped back, 

“What in hell?!” 

He had been walking for god knows how long, until he realised, he had just walked into something, he looked up and it was… the sky?

He felt it, it was fake, the background was fake, he hadn’t heard anything for ages so the sound of fabric moving was nice, he grabbed a chunk of the fabric and sunk his teeth into it, ripping it out, he tore the rest of it away, and he was in another box.

But then, thunder cracked outside, and he heard the rain begin its attack on the roof overhead, this one had windows, he could see it was night.

He was going to have to stay here for a long time, and he was getting tired, so he lay down on the hard ground, and closed his eyes,

“Well, dark and stormy nights aren’t usually nice but,” He took a deep sigh, “This, this is fine.”