Light and Dark
At first it was just one or two bodies silhouetted against the light, writhing, bucking, shaking together upon the floor or within their own hanging beds. but then the light grew.
It's Always Time - Chapter Eight: A Way so Familiar
She felt a feather light caress in the hollow of her right collar bone. "how do you want it?" sweet-tart asked. > > her arms trussed wide, ursula managed to tip her head. "huh?" > > "do you want it warm..."
Cresselia’s Journey
They were so deep into the woods that the lights of eterna were completely hidden. the sky was black as pitch, with no stars or moon, and the only light came from the automatic flashlight clipped to kanoa's bag. "i will ask you one more time.
Captured Kitty
A door at the edge of the room, out of candlelight, was pulled open, letting soft white light fall onto the cat. a shape was silhouetted, black on white, in the frame.
Poem
I make the darkness die as the light takes over the skies. my work is done but i am still divine.
Poem #17: Light and Dark
light the sun shining bright upon the broken window fire burning light eating away the corpse bulbs shed truth revealing all secrets innocence and hope or anger and doubt?
I lie here in the Darkness
Or am i the light?
Bulls Life: Thanksgiving - Part 1
My head bobbed lightly as i started to doze off. i was tired because i'd been up since six that morning. "aw poor daddy bull," adam pushed the cart for me and we walked. "yeah he's been up all day without a nap," matt kissed my cheek.
Temple Duty
Cody blinked in the sudden bright light. his eyes watered. a caring paw brushed his eyes clear. he looked down at his new owner. "sam?!" standing before cody, holding his leash, was his childhood friend.
Only a Painting
I kept the lights off, which would erase a need for most shadows. i decided against this, and placed a light outside the window to explain the streak on the glass. i painted, lightly, a red floor and then drew shadows of an undrawn scene there.
Sweet Memory
Hey all this is my first story, and I am not the type to write stories. I just found myself writing this last night and finished it in handwritting in one sitting in just under 6hrs (like I say I'm not a writer) so be gentle with the comments, plz. ...
August 4: Green Light, White Light
If only the light of the moon and the stars were brighter; i could barely see where i was stepping on! going back seemed the safest option, but seeing some green lights floating around convinced me to press on.