Light therapy

The Stalker By jeremy richmond I woke up at midnight but i couldn't move or talk the only thing I could move was my eyes and I saw someone staring at me through my bedroom window. i woke up the next morning and that person wasn't there so i went to school and that person was there just staring at me all day. I usually walk home from school but today i called my mom to come get me from school as soon as I got home i locked all of the doors and all the windows so that person couldn't get…

empty except for other surfers hoping to catch some good waves. Watching the waves crash, I can’t wait to get out. The refreshing water wakes me up as I paddle out. The early morning sun is blinding me while I look for waves. As my eyes adjust to the light, I see a wave in the corner of my eye. I…

Looming, an edifice coated in menacing shades of beige and reseda eggs on entrance, aching for a visitor's sojourn to ease the grievous nature of what lies ahead. Pale, fresh moonlight reflects off of the blinds’ ignominious demeanor, composing an unsung, offkey harmony and serving as the augur to the lurid reality. The slanted roof, covered in the corpses of rain and autumn’s children, turns upwards discerningly, desperately reaching for escape and guidance. Above, sleeping sun remains in her…

cathedral hallway, fading into interrupted darkness as far as the eye can see. Noise is swallowed by dark, empty pews, absorbed and replaced by their etched-in echoes of vague disapproval. The rain gets steadily louder. I hear a creak. A little shard of light creeps through the hollows between the church’s big wooden door and the outside world. I see her outline against the stormy blanket. A little girl, almost 10 years old, throwing her weight against a door that’s too heavy for her. “Hello?…

Jonathan Timothy Su Professor Nina d’Alessandro Writing 1, Sect. 103 22 September 2014 Braving Bridges “Yet I had come here […] to bridge the things here to things there, to rewrite the present so as not to write off the past.” — André Aciman, Shadow Cities Bridges are structures connecting two separate entities, sometimes extending over vast abysses of things unknown: ravines and obstacles that often frighten the traveler. They provide the crosser with the thought of safety, connecting the…

The boat entered the rapid and the speed increased immensely. Dylan’s arms were beginning to wear down after every nonstop stroke in the raging waters. The rapids were consistently lifting and smacking down the boat creating an enormous splash of water that kept smacking him in the face. He could see a rock approaching in the distance as he heard a loud “right turn” command from the captain. Dylan and the rest of the crew were already stroking with all their strength. The rock passed directly to…

Jane sensed being stared at in the street and looking round she saw him - a local man, dressed in white trousers and long sleeved shirt, wearing a turban. There was no disputing the fact that he was trying to catch up with her. She felt her heart race and moved as though her life depended on it. Her blood raced and her pulse quickened. The sweat poured from every orifice in her body. The sidewalk made from shale and stone was uneven making running impossible. She could smell her body odour and…

Religion 11 Essay Three hopeful themes in both Night,written by Elie Wiesel, and Life is Beautiful,written by Roberto Benigni, are bravery, the importance of family, and the use of lying to create hope. These three themes are seen often throughout the book and movie, especially in times of despair. Both book and movie take place during the Holocaust and center around a father and son attempting to survive. Bravery is often seen because bravery was needed to survive. If either of the…

I sneak into the white lenomion floored bathroom, go into the furthest stall, and shut the door tightly behind me. I slide the lock, put the toilet cover down, and sit down. I pull my legs tightly close to me, so no one can see my feet. Next I pull my small zip lock bag full of fine white powder out of my bag. Before I know it I’m blacking out. All I can do now is hope that no one comes looking for me during 2nd hour. My hands are still a little shaky as I tightly hold onto my lunch tray. I do…

The sand slides through my toes as I take my first step onto the beach. The beautiful, glowing sun rises slowly over me, bringing a gleaming light to the beautiful sand and sea. Its glittering, golden rays of heat warms me from the cool coastal breeze which hits my face.Walking further and further I heard the lost cries of the sulking gulls and the echoes of laughter as people walked passed. One step at a time I knew I was getting closer to the end. My stomach rumbled for Maccas, Finally I saw…