Breath it in January 22, 2008
Posted by patchwrangler in fictions of the night air.add a comment
“The Night Air” is a phrase so loaded with obscure meanings and nocturnal poetic possibilities that it’s an irresistable favorite of fictionists. We’re always typing “Night Air” into web searches and turn up all sorts of things. So we’ve decided to make a regular feature of them. Here are the first.
A Quiet Corner of the Dorms Roof, Wednesday Night
By Reno of the Turks(Reno of the Turks)
There was a sky out there, full of clouds though it might be, and he was perfectly content to sit on the roof and look up at it, letting the chill of the night air bite at his face. Reminded him that he was alive. …
Don’t Step On The Flowers - http://raspberryturk.livejournal.com/
Learning Curve (5/?)
By nytel(nytel)
When she broke through the door onto the balcony, she gulped in deep breaths of the night air as all her control unraveled. Tears obscured her vision so badly she could barely see, but somehow she found her way to the far corner of the …
Nytel - http://nytel.livejournal.com/
