Light therapy

of display. She looked as though she was opening up. Ready to embrace the next life. Her jaw lay slack, slightly ajar, her head turned at a small angle. The tub was only filled up about a foot. She wore a black bathing suit that contrasted with the light red water. Her wrists had two cuts each. One, two. One, two. Quick, efficient and no room for second thoughts. Palms were faced up and the streams of blood were still draining slowly onto the white tile. Red spots danced about on the floor and…

the wind was blowing through the leaves. Marcus and his parents had just moved into an old farmhouse on several acres of secluded land. After a couple of months of living there, Marcus had started to notice odd things, like the flickering of the lights, shadows walking out the corner of his eye, and sometimes even objects moving. Marcus tried telling his parents, but they didn’t believe him. There were no electrical issues because they just had electricians check the house for those things, so…

Silence Drip, drip, drip tears fall into my lap "I don't want to be here, I just don't" I mutter to myself. Nobody knows were I am what am I going to do? Aliens are trying to take over the world and they finally got me. My mamma she doesn't know were I am. Were are they taking me? I keep thinking. Finally the ships doors opened these blue egg looking creatures grab me by the arm and start dragging me down a green carpet. I look up and see a large creature just like the blue aliens but bigger,…

American traditional style very much in this oil painting. What I saw next is the names being crossed out I thought it was silly but of course there is a meaning behind it -- history. From there I moved to the tattoo artist and what he is wearing, such a light pink color. Men would not dare to wear pink back in the day. That is when I realized the man he is tattooing is a Sailor. And that's when all emotion went into this painting. The artist achieved a very strong meaning with this painting--…

"Laguno Candate!" the hooded apprentice screamed the spell. His orange fiery hair flowed and floated. Snake like, silver eyes squinted with concentration. He struggled to keep up the spell. His sparring partner screamed, as fiery rain plummeted down. His robe caught fire, he dropped his sword and the fiery rain stopped. The hooded boy fell to the ground. Laughing through his exhaustion. His master came over standing in all his daemon glory. "Good young, daemon apprentice. Your spell work is…

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…

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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…