Guiding Light

I went back to sleep. I awake in pain, at around three in the morning. I go to the bathroom to get some medicine, when i again feel like i am being watched. Full of uneasiness, i head downstairs to eat the feelings away, like always. I hear a weak knock at the door, as if the knocker was afraid of breaking the door. I open the door and a hooded figure falls through the doorway, onto the floor. I try to help the person, and i ask if it is okay. When it doesn’t respond, i tap it on what i thought…

beauty of the auditorium. She searched the stage for any pressure points that could be detrimental for her success or failure. The black that covered the stage floor was like a never-ending black hole cased with glass. Would she fall through or be as light as a feather and gently succeed in her career? She will soon find out for herself, but for now she gently runs her fingers across the breath-taking hand carved wood siding that paints an image in itself as it crawls up the tower of balconies,…

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As his grandfather lies there on his deathbed, he told him about a terrible crime that he committed many years ago and got away with. He also tells him that his freedom was the result of a spell he performed and that you should expect a visit from a dark man. "He will come out of the shadows," were his final words. He lay in bed that night wondering if this supposed ‘DarkMan’ was real and when he would come, his grandfather was just playing a joke on him wasn’t he? But then again he thought…

driving Maglor onward despite his aching feet. The sun was hidden somewhere behind gray clouds, like the day before and the day before that. It was not so terrible during the day, though. Night was worse. In the day, at least the sun could still light the ground before him, but at night, the moon and stars were swallowed up and he was forced to stumble through darkness. Eventually, it became too difficult to travel by night, and so Maglor confined his movements to the hours of the sun. At first…

I’m standing at the edge of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. I look out across the vast cavern catching glimpses of the Colorado River twisting through red striped spires. The southern sun beats down on the back of my neck, but my arms have goosebumps on them. I try to turn my gaze to my family behind me, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the view. I’m frozen in awe at the world around me. I’m picking my way across one of the rocky beaches that makes up the coastline of Maine. The rounded…

The light is so much more than mere illumination. As I experienced, being in the presence of the Light was healing, loving, and fostered a sense of belonging, of home. This is because the Light is Christ, Himself. Also, according to His words, to know Christ is to know His Father. Christ is the way, the bridge to have a relationship with God. To know Christ is to know God. As there are many religions, beliefs, ways of believing in a deity or higher power, all are missing God’s divine truth…

Introduction Prologue I looked beyond the clear dome that sheltered and protected our people for almost two decades. My eight-year-old face pressed against the glass in astonishment. I was thankful that our unit happened to be at the edge of the West Division. I could observe space forever. It boggled my young mind that our dome could levitate. I would examine the planet, Earth. It was the size of a standard grapefruit from the distance. Earth looked depressing. I was glad I didn’t live there.…

New York City's Graveyard Shift is an essay about everyday people having night jobs in New York City. The essay talks about some of the people’s experience and thoughts about their night jobs. It is the norm to have a 9 to 5 job in the city, coming home to having the rest of the day to yourself, or going home to cook dinner for your family. For the rest of the city, people are just getting up to prepare themselves for night of labor. My favorite photo from the essay has to be of Villavicencio a…

The day started the same as any other. The sun was hot, it must have been almost 100 degrees, which isn’t out of the ordinary for Brasil, but on this particular day the heat seemed as though if you threw an egg on the street it would fry right on the pavement. I took my usual route through Bento Rodrigues to get to work. Stopping at the corner store by the farm to get my favorite candy before going to work on the docks. I had stopped there every day for the past seven years before work, it was…