Light therapy

A day on the horse farm I’ am frightened out of a deep sleep by someone calling my name in a rambunctious voice, and a light gleaming through my eyes. Dazed, I peel my eyes to see my father fixed in the doorway to my chaotic room. He yells that I need to get in gear that it is 4:00 a.m., and I’m wasting daylight by dragging around and taking my time. I rumble around disoriented to find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I’ am wondering in my head why I get up this early to visit the…

One other character defined by images of darkness rather than light is the vengeful mother of Grendel. Invariably we tend to define people by their homes, where they choose to dwell. For instance, Grendel’s mother lives in dark “fearful waters, / the cold depths” (69, 1260-1261) where no light can penetrate and “dark moors” (72, 1405) must be crossed to get to her aquatic lair. Because she hails from a cold world of darkness, part of her is the darkness. Thus she is a most frightening monster. A…

I awaken early, and tiptoe around my softly sleeping sister over to the window. With the sleeve of my nightgown, I clear off the fog on my window, and open it wide, leaning out into a chilly world. The breeze whips around me, as I take a deep breath of fresh air. However, I can't help feeling strange. Every day I sit this window, and watch to the dawn turn to day, but today the sky doesn't hypnotize me and take into a dreamland. The purple and blue-ish gray sky somehow seems drab, and sorrowful…

My story… Day 10 I been held captived for 10 days now not knowing where i am and they finally gave me paper for i can write in my journal not knowing who and why they took me. Im being held in a basement with little light it’s cold the hard floor is cold as winter snow on my feet there are boxes on the floor with cans of food. I was looking around and all i saw was boxes and old dolls that you would collect. Day 15 Today i opened a can of food that i found in the boxes it was good compared…

Everything in my world changed the first time I walked into the spirit world. The beauty is indescribable, and I saw all the spirits that walk the earth and those who do not. The ones who do not are faded and look like they come out of books, the rest had names over their head. I saw that after my mother walk into the world next to me. “Isn't it beautiful, Earth is so much more pretty though. So this is the first step, now you have to think about what you want to learn. My thing is reading minds…

Grass under my stomach reminded me of our yard in Lousiana. Cool breezes sending chills up my back, while I`m laying on the trampoline. All I see is clouds of grey, the sky is upset. My friends laying beside me trying yo find images in the darkness of the sky. A field of a corn a few doors down. The smell of my neighbors jumblaya and apple barb pie fills the air. We are having dinner with them tonight. Today the flower`s crest the ground and tomorrrow they will be gone. We have a regular metal…

It was Thursday night and I was cold. I was walking down a dark alleyway following one of my friends to meet up with some our other friends and this was her shortcut. I constantly kept feeling the urge to turn away and run, but she held my hand so tightly I could not let go. Even though I did not mind, I was still shivering so much from the cold and cringing of the thought of getting caught. “Lee, I really don’t think that we should do this.” I erupted. “Why not? I thought you wanted to do…

Her grey-blue eyes rimmed with red stared out of the window, watching the trains chug passed as the rain fell. It was as if the sky was crying, crying for her. She saw her reflection in the window staring back at her. She was weak and scared; worry had infected her thoughts and spread through her veins as if it were venom. A single tear rolled down her cheek, staining the envelope that she was grasping onto, turning her cold knuckles pale, pushing it to her chest. The fear of what the truth held…

would be able to see the green light on the end of Daisy’s dock at home. Immediately after saying this, he seems shocked. “Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. [...] Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one” (98). The green light…

Stage lighting is defined as “the use of light to create a sense of visibility, naturalism, composition, and mood”(Mts, “Modern stage lighting”). Stage Lighting has been used in performances for hundreds of years. “Modern stage lighting began to flourish with the development of the incandescent…