Prologue
The darkness of the night sky had blanketed over the city. The roads were listless and the only source of illumination came from the barren street lights and the white boats dotting the endless sea of dusk, the largest of them being the glaring moon, its craters defining the rigid surface.
A beam of light followed its way to the ground, only to be pursued by a ghastly black shadow defining the blanket of rays. The shadow didn't belong to anybody. Yet it was there, flat on the sidewalk, discharging the flow of white.
The blank void started to fizzle, sending dustbits of purple energy cascading along the horizon. Then, as if a splash of paint had been dropped upon it, the shadow started to widen, lengthen. . ., and grow. Lines of
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The circles then started to spark, seemingly eating each other up, until the lines of white flew around and fused with each other, as a light show of crackling dots and spots went down at once.
When the Cirque du Soleil-worthy show ended, there had been about a dozen new circles lining the space in between the original rings. The space-black monster then thrusted his rocky arms forwards, and the circles then traveled inside-out of each other and a 24k-glowing, magical silhouette of a 14-year-old popped out. And just as fast as the figure had arrived, a white-haired boy with the exact same dimensions as the shell took its place.
The boy had a tall and skinny structure, with muscles that were very vague from a distance, but still noticeable up close. His gray eyes struck out of his semi-tanned skin, and his spiky white hair stuck up from his head with volume that could've blown out the biggest of speakers. He wore a red 49ers tee-shirt, jeans, and white high-tops under a dark robe that only covered his neck. Besides the cloak, he looked fairly normal...except for the glasses. His glasses had two obscured cameras on either end of the front, and there were buttons that seemingly controlled the power of the glasses. There were also little red and green digital windows that covered up the
In the second stage, the cave dweller can now see the objects that previously only appeared to him as shadows. “Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer th...
I stepped into the middle of the road and just stood there, the lights stretching in either direction, glowing in the deep chilly air. I could see my own breath, could feel my own warmth as it formed right there in front of me. Behind me, our house looked dark, faint lingering of I'd walk a million miles, and I wasn't even sure if it was really playing or if I was imagining the familiar, the same way a bright light remain when you close your eyelids, the way I imagine that the sight of an eclipse would burn its image into your eyes forever(pg.
“… and as a shadow came sweeping up after me…” so we feel that the
Imagine a cave, where there are prisoners chained facing a wall. They’ve been there all their lives, and their heads are set in a way that they can’t see anything but the walls of the cave. Behind them is a fire and a road, on the road there are people walking and carrying things, casting their shadows. The prisoners, not knowing any better, believe the shadows are real things.
The snow covered mountains shimmered in the silvery moonlight from the furthest moon Xiapla, auroras dancing through the sky. Trides second closer moon, Vitixa, was a silver-blue sun in the night sky. The grassy valleys between the mountains looked like dark oceans, looking as if anything that went in would be lost for all eternity. I wondered if for just a second if it would be better to just sink into its depths, and be gone forever. I turned back to the night sky which was now lighting up with the beginnings of a new day.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Phantom shadow Transformation is a seemingly miraculous change in the appearance of scenery. It also is a change of an object from one form to another; it includes both inward and outward, functional to dysfunctional changes. The artist, Yayoi Kusama shows transformation in her artwork, 'The Spirits of the Pumpkins Descended into the Heavens' (2005) and 'Soul under the moon' (2002). In Yayoi Kusama's artwork, she uses mirrors to transform the intense repetition of her earlier paper works and paintings transform into a sensual experience.
Back, and forth, back, and forth I rocked on the old squeaky rocking chair out the front of my old family home. The grass was fresh and sparkly with dew. I took a shuddering breath of the crisp morning air that filled my lungs to the brim, after the war I appreciated the little things a lot more. Like the clean air that I could freely breathe and the vast expanse of crisp green grass and evergreen trees that filled my vision. I could move freely, not having to be afraid of stepping on anyone's foot in the crowded trenches.
A swing to the right, with a mass following close, the white, light, the light flashes. The outline brings a sense
In gymnastics people tend to get hurt a lot. Some gymnasts will suffer through the pain, but that’s not a good thing to do. Most coaches will encourage you to tell them, but every once in awhile you’ll have that one coach who won’t. When I first started gymnastics I didn’t really have a great coach. His name was Mr. Mark, and he would always get at least one girl to cry by the end of practice.
The light bloated and flew away. The scattered light went back together, swayed, changed its color, and began a savage roar while growing. There was a red and black beast in patchy pattern....
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.
The city was blinding me with shining lights that you could see from space. It was glistening in the night and dull by day. There were cars parked all alongside the streets and traffic jams every corner.
During this specific night, an army of mysterious, murky clouds seized control of divine sky, devouring the sun. Favored by the troops, the moon, displaying its glorious luminescence upon a shadowy city, wins a triumphant victory over the sun. A ferocious leader of the army activates the withdrawal then leads dedicated soldiers to west as if they are tracking down a wild dog. On the other hand, the city transmits its vivid and righteous illuminations back to the sky to let people in the “second floor” know that “era of tranquility” began. Imagine the astonishing night, rigid and bright buildings lie elegantly on the moonlight sky, bring lights gaze from the thousands of bulbs. It is beautiful, yet no one knows what beauty is upon them.