City Lights

I open my eyes to a dark room. Amber light weakly spills through the gaps of the thick grey curtains, outlining the familiar shapes of college dorm furniture. My ears prick up. The low rumbling hum of an exhausted, old vacuum echoes in the distance along with something more harmonious and lovely. Each word passionately hangs in the air, “Quien es el hombre que la eleva a las estrellas quien de los dos la hizo sentirse más mujer…” The powerful melody of a Spanish ballad becomes my daily wake up…

seeming a lifetime ago, had aroused from the eastern sky and now descending into the western hemisphere, yet he is still not home and I begin walking the city streets all alone. Looking like a Weeble wobble toy I aimlessly wander the streets, reminiscing over that perfect night eight months ago. His whispers of endless love were feather light as evening descended quite eerily parallel to this day and time. Then he was devoted to me. Continuously, serenading me with velvety promises of a lifelong…

Looking out my high window, I saw a city, and beyond that, a beach. The skies were clear and the water was a cyan blue. Conditions seemed perfect for a day to relax at the beach, and my fears of an underwater state faded. To my unresisted temptation, I decided to go head to the one place…

The long June nightfall blurred into night. Dublin lay wrapped in haziness yet for the diminish light of the moon that shone through warm mists, giving a pale light a role as of moving toward sunrise over the avenues and the dull waters of the Liffey. Around the ambushed Four Courts the overwhelming weapons thundered. All over through the city, assault rifles and rifles ended the hush of the night, uncontrollably, similar to pooches yapping on solitary ranches. Republicans and Free Staters were…

A bright crescent hung low behind the London bridge. Sitting on the stone edges was a lone animal, its inky black fur sleek, shining. Its tail swished and curled behind it like an aphoristic shadow, the cat’s shimmering gold eyes scanning across the horizon. A tall man appeared beside the creature in a plume of red flames and putrid smoke. His long blonde hair flew freely about his waist, mint-green eyes locked onto the tiny creature before him. He reached out to stroke the animal, ropy muscles…

There was a hero name Roger light he lives in the darkest places in New York in the future, he's 21 years old, he was an ordinary kid when he was little boy, but one day there was a man that came up to Roger with a black mask on his face and said to him " your a very special boy" . Roger was repeating on his head what the man said to him. He was trying to remember where he had heard that voice from because it sounded very familiar to him. One day Roger was walking from school almost close to his…

She froze then quietly backed out of her room and tip-toed downstairs to her dad’s office. He was not there but she found a note saying he had a meeting in the city and would be back later in the evening. She turned on every light in the house, closed all the curtains, made sure the phone was working, checked her cell phone for reception multiple times and locked all the doors. After an hour of worrying, she told herself to be brave and went…

A light drizzle tapped the roofs of houses, and the heads of people. A large storm came in a few days ago from the east and the remnants are still lingering throughout the air. Cold, and muggy, the air clings to the faces of bystanders. The paper white breath of people stay in the air for a split second and disappear after only a few milliseconds. Wind dashes throughout the town. Weaving in and out of alleyways, through the streets, and over the top of buildings. Smoke billows from chimneys.…

We sat silently indulging in each other’s presence. Neither of us speaks; however we, let the stench and sound of New York City wash over us: the lights, the people, the running, and worst of all and the honking and beeping of hundreds of cars. I was entranced in his handsomeness; howbeit, something in his lap caught my eyes. A times article written by Wendy Lee, one of the world’s worst people, but she can write so the publishers of the times said “Screw it, we’ll take her.” She’s turned every…

Outside, the city had become a shapeless, billowing cloud with no edge behind it, while the town itself seemed to have molded and crumbled, like my insides. The wind was sharp against my face as I sprinted through the parkland. Families lying under trees and patches of green blurred my vision. The sky was a concrete grey, and I could see trees and steep hills which faded into the skyline with the rest of the world. My lungs started to pull, but I worked through the urge to stop. I guzzled in…