Friday Night Lights

Isac's eyelids flung open, a painful light instantly burning his dark pupils upon doing so, a bright light situated directly above him, causing him to shut his lids again and a pained groan to escape his lips at the surprisingly rude awakening. He rolled himself over in an attempt to escape the brightness and found himself rolling off whatever surface he'd woken up on. Slamming stiffly onto the ground, Isac voiced another groan this time more angry and pained then the last one. "For fuck's sake"…

breaking apart, so I decided to stray of the trail to a small boulder and sat down to bask in the beautiful atmosphere. The area was calm, quiet, and peaceful. After my short break I returned to the trail, the sun was shining through the trees and the light was bouncing off the dew covered grass the reflection caused a array of sparkles…

The Forest Cult It’s late, I’m running. Sprinting away from something don’t know the likes of. At this anonymous forest, heart pumping, feet are numb, I feel like my body is about to get annihilated. I check my phone “Wow, it’s already 2 am”. My phone battery is drained to the last bit, I fall into a deep sleep, and suddenly, all hope has disappeared. November of 2009: “Hey,” she says waking me from my half-asleep and half-awake state “Want a drink?”. “Sure,” I say, signaling a bartender to get…

William Styron’s Darkness visible: A memoir of madness is an account of depression, suicidal ideation, and eventual recovery. The memoir begins with a trip that Styron took to Paris in 1985 to receive the Prix Mondial Cinco del Duca that resulted in an embarrassing mishap. Styron’s depression was atypical in that it worsened over the course of the day. He arranged to have lunch with his French publisher, disregarding his luncheon with Simone del Duca, and had to attribute the incident to his…

The sun was rising and starting to peer into the horrid scene the vampire had left. His eyes were burning with the feeling of the light. He growled like an animal as he backed away from the light. "What's happening?" Then his mind went to the vampire’s words. "Letting you live with the curse of the vampires." He mumbled to himself and the horror of becoming one he reached for the gun he had used on the vampire…

into the water. This water was colder still here, but once I was past a corner I saw light again, it was not the impenetrable darkness I had feared it was. I swim towards the light, and I feel Emelia brush beside me. I turn my head, but already she is swimming away, into the dark. She brushes me again on the left now and I do not understand how she is swimming so fast. I sweep my arms like oars towards the light, I need another…

“C’mon, slowpoke. I want to get there before this torch burns its way down to my hand,” Viren called from up ahead, the dancing flame he held illuminating the darkening forest. The trees cast long, stretched shadows, looking as though they were trying to escape the setting sun. “Shut up, I have much shorter legs than you. I also have to lug this target and this bag of straw balls you insisted I carry, along with the slingshots. Couldn’t we just have gathered stones by the field instead?”…

Colors, flashing bright lights, obscured my vision. I was still staggering to get away. Those eyes, crushing that thing deep inside me. And then it was gone. Shaking, tears streaming down my face, I fell into water. I couldn't move, couldn't save myself. I was going to die. Without…

There are many different methods for developing latent fingerprints. Some work better on non-porous surfaces, while others work best developing prints on porous surfaces. Some are destructive preventing testing the object for other forensic evidence while others are non-destructive. In order to make prints visible on porous surfaces, forensic scientists use one of three methods; Silver Nitrate, Ninhydrin and Iodine fuming. These three methods are known to be the most effective ways for…

She quickly walked outdoors. Fighting back the tears and gasping for more air then her lungs would allow; as if she fiercely needed to replace the current air in her. To feel the warm sun on her skin and mid morning cool breeze. Just to feel something different. To change her mind. To get out. Nevertheless, it followed her. Always following her. In the hallway kitchen, as she cooked a warm breakfast, it was there. In the garden, by the calla lilies, it was there. In the laundry room,…