Friday Night Lights

You told him to leave you alone, but you were foolish to think that he would listen. Even with a fishing rod over your shoulders, determined to get a peaceful afternoon rest with your feet dangling above the furious river currents and the red bobber floating atop their violent surface. The rumbling of the water, spraying over your pants and shoes sporadically, would be enough to drift you to sleep as you sat across the mossed rocks. But he was at your heels. Struggling to capture your…

Light is the most important source of life. It illuminates the darkness, it makes people feel warm and safe, and it leads us to the right pathway because lights are also seen as the combination of truth and reason. In the fairy tale the Beautiful Lily and the Green Snake, light appears in this story in many forms, it is one of the most ultimate natural sources throughout the story. Each of the light forms has specific meaning in the fairytale, and each one of them plays a very important role. In…

very small piece (22.5 cm x 16.6 cm with frame and 19.1 cm x 13.2 cm without frame) , This piece still in the same place it was painted. The man is shown in three-quarters view with his face dramatically lit by light falling from the left. This device provides both striking contrasts of light and shadow and draws the viewer's attention on to the man's face and a dark background. His headdress, a chaperon, contains two wings which hang down over the man's shoulders and extend to his chest. He…

Firehouse Falls: Artwork Brought to Life The art collection “A Landscape Through a Musician’s Eyes” by Ken Davis, contained one of his paintings called Firehole Falls. The painting sits in a two inch thick gold frame. Although pictures of artwork are neat in a book, they often have more detail and depth in person. This one foot by one and a half foot oil painting on linen casts a picture of a river running through what looks like a mountain side. On the left side, there is a row of trees that…

Time was nearing. by every second which passed,Heet only grew more and more nervous. Outside,the Sun was turning into an ever bright,yellow ball of flames, it's hazed yellow light bringing an end to the several hours of darkness.It was certainly an emblematic for the nearing dusk, which was when the race would begin.Not wasting any time, Heet lazily got off from his bed. He opened all of the windows, letting all the fresh air in. After, he pulled up all of the curtains and blinds,letting in…

The Moon Didn’t The clock struck seven. The crickets took a bow and then stage left. The birds sang, a shimmering show of shouts and silence, Greeting the bees and butterflies waking the morning daisies. But the Moon didn’t hear a thing. The clock struck eight. The sun opened its arms to the dirt and sky, Its brilliance caught in dew drops and fed to the earth. The breeze zipping around and about, beckoning the fields for a dance. But the Moon didn’t see a thing. The clock struck nine.…

beard and lifts his spyglass to a baggy eye. Seabirds call in the distance, swooping over one another in play. The air smells of salt and diesel, and is rife with moisture which forms a heavy fog. In the distance, the man sees a spiralling beacon of light. Behind him, the island's lone oak tree groans slightly in the wind and crackles with ozone. He licks his filthy teeth and steps onto a waiting piece of mechanical flotsam, a large chunk of engine with barnacles along its pistons. He works his…

The shifting of the mattress pulls me awake. I rub my eyes, squinting against the bright morning sunlight that streams through the cabin window. Last night’s flavor of the day sits on the edge of my bed, lacing up her sneakers. “Good morning,” she greets me with a sweet smile. “Morning,” I croak back, my voice still raspy from sleeping. “I have to get back to my campsite. My friends and I are leaving in an hour or so,” she says in that quiet voice that everyone uses in the morning. The…

Pandher, revealed a dentist’s complex niche of serving others in the light of creativity to me. I vividly remember one case in which she treated an elderly woman patient who was dealing with excruciating pain localized in her lower lateral and central incisors. A slightly different approach was applied to the extraction of…

Finally, being able to orient myself, I walked towards the source. I came to a hill. Looking up, I saw lights. And the movement of people breaking up those lights, people! Maybe I actually found my way back. I started the climb back up the hill. Slipping occasionally on the patches of wet leaves on mud, I leave my own trail of crunched leaves, and blood. I got to a point where I could…