Incandescent light bulb

The air turned black all around me. Something was going on. I was at the old destroyed science lab. Something was emitting radioactive surges. Then I remembered, five years ago a crazed scientist named ben destroyed half of the lab and overtook the other half to create a radioactive toilet weapon. Unfortunately, it out of hand and one day a big radioactive surge occurred while he was working on it and it killed him. But now the toilet was getting out of hand and it was starting to slowly destroy…

Randy Scott gazed out of the filthy window near his cluttered worktable on the fourth floor of the Leather Works, watching the clouds pass by, and wondering what a new year would bring. It was March of a new decade, 1860, and he was hopeful for a better life than he had had so far. July 9th would be his fourteenth birthday, and most boys his age were on their own by then. He dreamed of the day when he could get away from the orphanage and away from the Leather Works. The Armstead and Sons…

Moods of Time: Morning 1938. It could be a simple interpretation of morning with the cock, trumpeter, and the throwing of the veil of night. For me though it was throwing away darkness which can be look at as just light or as darkness like fear. I would much rather be up in the light where birds are singing, there is music and happiness. 2. I was really interested with this next piece, first because I am always interested in other cultures and what they believe, second because of the…

As the last gunshot echoed throughout the luscious Venetian Plains from Monte Grappa we knew it was the sign of victory. The Austro-Hungarians were finally retreating and were being bombed round after round from our artillery. Cheers erupted throughout the divisions stationed at different fortified areas all around our defences on Monte Grappa. After a month of fighting we had finally defended Monte Grappa, the back door to the Piave river and Italy, our wonderful home of where our loved ones…

Lines “Just tell me this Doctor, suppose you really are a slave of the drug habit, is there any cure?” I lay alone on a bench on the fringe of some park, wearing the same clothes as yesterday; a grey hoodie, shapeless, faded jeans and trainers with frayed laces. Around me the park was seemingly void of any life, I liked being here, the way the trees rustled to the the ominous tune of the wind, the way the glistening grass rolled down to the lake side, but most of all, I liked how here I could…

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…