City Lights

were shadowed by the light behind them. On the opposite end of the alley, another teenager barely a few years older approached them. This older teen had light brown hair and had a dark cap that was pulled down low to cover his eyes. Both of his hands were tucked deep in the pockets of his uniform’s jacket. Around his neck hung a leather cord with a bronze charm in the shape of a hawk that gleamed dully. They all stopped. They stood so that their backs faced opposite walls. The light now shone on…

to be in love. Do they believe they will find love?” Then the lens turns to the character Laura in the Kismet Diner. “The world really loves a love story.” It is a small café hidden in Brooklyn, New York, which is a crowded city. Here is a comparison between the bustling city and the small café. A rainy is always related to complex emotions, and sometimes people feel upset, but sometimes it connotes a completely new start after a rainy day. The beggar poses a question to the viewers with a…

As the setting in the Louvre version suggests, if figures adapt to the exterior condition of light, there should not be too much shadow, both on the edge of the Christ child’s body and on the grotto at the rear. However, the profuse illustration of both internal reflection and shadow on the Christ child body’s form indicates the opposite. As a result…

I couldn’t sleep. The images kept going through my head, over and over again, an eternally revolving circuit; a dog chasing its tail. The tinted light from the street seemed to blaze into my tiny room with the brilliance of a noon sun, but it wasn’t the light of illumination, it was the light of revelation. In this light you could see the truth; you could see where the things in the shadow lurked, the ones that fed on fear. I tried to ignore the book, face down on my nightstand, as I swung my…

Long ago, there was a great war between the humans and darkness. The war lasted for many generations, and when all hope seemed lost, a light appeared in the darkness. A hero appeared, and with a sword of golden light, he drove out the evil and brought peace to the kingdom. Our story follows the path of a typical village boy named Cole. Tall and lean, but not weak, he is used to long, grueling days of work. His village is in a forest far from the prying eyes of other humans, but the forest itself…

"I don't either, girl. Come now, to the city. I'm sure your mother will be there somewhere." Impetus draped an arm around the shoulders of the doll, and her wrist brushed the broken glass of the mannequin's other shoulder, opening a bloody gash in her arm and staining Cinderella red. "Oops. Maybe…

Be Dark” in order to talk about the problem that is being faced in today’s world, the increasing use of artificial lights in the night time and the decreasing appreciation in the beauty of the darkness. He wrote it in order to persuade citizens as well as cities to take the problem more serious; he wants them to become a part of the solution by doing their part like turning the lights off late at night. He was able to accomplish his purpose by using numerous rhetorical devices and an erudite…

finally done. As the time ticks by I can glimpse the sun’s light rising over the country side. The smooth glazing of light slowly circling around the horizon amazes me. How does it do that? More people stumble in. More people stumble out. The stench of alcohol and smoke on people as they stumble out is excruciating. The chemicals of the smoke is slowly seeping into my body, blocking my nose and my sense’s, just like the roads in the big city. “You’re gay” says my brother, interrupting my train…

collecting sand over miles down the peninsula. He laughed. There was nothing to do in the night but watch the stars and ocean and laugh. So he stood on the edge of the pier, feeling the break of the water. His hair was dark, and it glistened in the lights. He was of average height, and gauntly featured. Another explosion of water spread before him, like a plain of crystal. He watched the violent swirls of the ocean, as they broke, as they collected and turned into tree-fungus-like shapes, and…

and their works to sparkle. In 1931, the middle of The Great Depression, the painting titled View of New York was executed by an American painter and photographer named Charles Sheeler Jr. in New York City. The painting depicts the artist’s studio and the only the cloudy sky of the most modernized city in the world. The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston currently reserves this…