Day 1
It was just one regular day. Chitter chatter coming from the wave of children. Soccer moms picking up their kids from practice. The brightly shining gray color of the mini vans lined up. The husband's picking up hours at work. The usual day. Except for one large gap in the Earth's sky. Hovering at us. Staring us in the eye daily. Confusion rose upon us. Questioning what that thing in the sky was. We never knew it would be capable of such yet; until it held that power and used it. The gap had gotten bigger over time. It now swallowed the sky that was once blue in color. The pitch black sky made us all feel as if we were in a hole. No where to escape. But that wasn't all. A wave of noises drowned us everyday. Static sounds constantly
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Where were these clouds?
Day 7 Now there are beaming lights coming from the pitch black sky. Every 5th hour they would go crazy, beaming all across the sky. But, still no one seems interested but me. I understand that I'm just a “dumb” blonde haired girl that understands nothing. But, what I was seeing was not normal.
“We should take a walk to the park.” Josh exclaimed. I agreed. I didn't argue since there was no point. He changed, he was a completely different person. What was odd also was that everything on the ground was normal except for the people, but the sky was fooling with us, taking
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Something also went on in my mind. The ironic smell of the natural air. That freighted me. Another reason for others to believe that nothing was wrong. But something was definitely going on.
Every time I touched Josh's skin, he would back away, like my touch had put him on fire. I found that unusual since he always liked my baby soft hands against his arms. When I took a breath, the oxygen overpowered my lungs. It filled me all up like a balloon. Why? Everything was just out of place. Everyone was different in some way. All of these events contributed to one of my many ideas. We were abducted and our bodies had been taken over by a technology transmitted disease. That was the only way to explain all of this.
“Hey, are you even going.” I repeated over and over again. “Hey, are you even going.”
“What are you talking about?” He replied “To the park.” I sternly said.
He seemed confused. He didn't know what I was talking about. Now, they are forgetting what they do and what they say. I was going to stop this on my own. I want to get Josh and everyone back to normal. But, it seems that I'm the only one that isn't affected by this. I say this because I really don't know what “this” really
For the first time, I just frozen there thinking,”Cody is going to die, CODY IS GOING TO DIE.” I felt that I had lost control of my own body and that I too was going to die. There was a sharp pain in my body and I just sat down, crying, crying, crying.
...ymbolism and presents God as a main aspect of this event. This topic helped me reflect on how this event would differ or cease to exist if our government was different, the role of nature and the concept of an ultimate being presented in this event. It is amazing how life can be turned upside down by reflecting on the freedoms and nature that we have now and how life and even cultural events such as this could be so different if our concepts and attitudes towards things were what they are now.
A young woman is walking home late at night after another long day at work. Her beautiful blonde hair tied up in a nice ponytail. As she walks alone on the sidewalk, she begins feeling a little uneasy. But despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, she continues on. Finally, After walking for such a long time, she spots an alley up ahead. In a hurry to get home, she decides to take a shortcut through the alley. Anyone with half a brain knows that heading straight into a dark alleyway is asking for trouble. Against her better judgment, she decides to go for it. It is so dark out that It would be almost impossible for her to see where she was going. That is, if not for a single street lamp that’s doing an okay job lighting up the area. Making it to
scent of aroma that would often fill up the neighborhood. When I close my eyes
The first instance was the beach. It was summer and I was fourteen years old. My step-father, his daughter, and I went to West Beach. I kept having this uncanny feeling of malevolent wrongdoing. These une...
My clock’s hour hand hovered somewhere around the 11 P.M. mark, and my parents, brother, and sister had all already tucked in for the night. Rumour had it that the meteor shower was going to be at it’s brightest and most vivid at around 2 A.M., and I was determined to wait it out. Reclining comfortably on my bed, I kept one eye constantly on the clock while texting every friend who appeared to be awake at that hour. Eventually, even they soon clocked out, leaving me truly alone to wait. It still wasn’t quite 2 A.M. yet, and all this waiting around bored me immensely. The time ticked slowly, steadily onward, while I kept myself entertained playing games on my phone. When I finally tore my eyes from the screen and to the clock, it was already half-past two. Fearing that I may have missed the meteor shower in its entirety, I rushed as quickly and quietly as I could force myself to manage, through my house and out the back door into the backyard. I turned my head to the skies and stared expectantly. There were stars alright, yup. They were certainly pretty. But I hadn’t stayed awake for hours on end for some stars that I had already seen thrice over. I scanned every corner of the night sky for anything that might resemble a flying space rock, but found none. I realized that if I wanted a glimpse of those meteors, I would need to wait some more. Though the prospect of having to wait even further disheartened me, I
Americans are becoming increasingly aware of the insidious nature of new technology on our environment, and many long for days long past when the grass was greener and the sky was bluer, and "Let There Be Dark" targets both older individuals who wish for a more beautiful world for the next generations, and younger individuals who want their world to be as healthy as the previous ones. The article paints a dark sky as a privilege given only to the previous generation (everyone over 35) but also questions why this has to be.
It was a warm summer night in the middle of July, 2041. There was a slight, gentle breeze blowing across my face. I was sitting on the roof of my house, legs crossed, staring up at the sky. The sinister darkness of the night sky was breathtaking. I sat here every night and just stared, and thought.
It staired as though it saw the end of life and knew the pointlessness of humanity. I felt a cold wind blow through me. I could smell its sulfuric
We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
The yellow streak zoomed past. My heartbeat picked up once I entered the world of the humans. Its not even ordinary humans here. Because, here lays the ones with the broken hearts, destroyed homes.
There was this putrid smell that seemed to assault my nose. When I was only two feet away I didn’t walk forward anymore. The figure was still the same thing I thought it was. I rubbed my eyes as if what I was seeing wasn’t really there and would just disappear with a sweep over the
Ever since I can remember, I had always marveled at what was beyond the capacity of many to understand. No, not politicians. I mean an existing plane beyond the one we are physically constricted to; the far reaches of our universe. I recall when I was a very young, how I could gaze up at the constellations. I was completely dumbfounded by how there possibly could be all of those mysterious lights dotting the pitch black night sky. How could these luminous orbs be, in fact, farther than I could ever travel in my lifespan. As I lay upon the grass looking up into the sky, I knew that I was destined to do something to improve our scope of understanding the “final frontier.”
Haas, Cliff. “Where has the night sky gone, and why should we care?”(Apr. 2000): 282
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.