Night sky

finger. The droplets of salty water stung my wounds in my bloody barefoot, as the waves slithered its way up. The pain was numbed by the exhaustion, acting as my anesthesia. Beyond those soothing waves were golden streaks that filled the canvas of the sky. The pink and orange beams of light merged together, resembling a flawless ripened peach. The luminous face of the blazing celestial fireball…

Have you ever looked into the night sky and wondered, what beauty lies just beyond the reach of the naked eye? There is so much beauty out there to be seen, not with the naked eye but, rather with the use of a powerful telescope. Most people do not have the chance or opportunity to experience and view the stars and planets that surround us. The universe that surrounds us is one of God’s most brilliant and beautiful creations, and the history and science that is out there is just waiting to be…

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Autumn has descended upon us. The wind got stronger, the nights grew longer, the red and golden leaves rustled in the breeze, only to fall. I fell too. The last connection I had to my previous life has become old and melancholy. Distraught, weary, beaten, and broken, I have lost my way. Abandoned by friends in this realm of death and destruction, the feeling hope within me has been replaced by pain, anger, and grief of life. A place where those are thinking of you is what one can call their…

from Andy, the local astronomer, who studied the stars because there was nothing else to do in Calm City. He called General Hardcore Hanley, “General!” he excitedly screamed. “I have just spotted bright lights dancing back and forth across the night sky,” Andy went on. “The brilliant blueish brownish lights bobbed up and down like erratic yo-yos barely touching the tops of the buildings below. What do we do? Oh, what do we do?” Andy yelped. The second call was made by…

If you were to look in my room you’ll probably see a mess clothes all over the floor, papers on my bed, and tennis balls on my desk, you could say that I’m not the most organized person in the world. But upon looking at all that mess, there is a picture hanging on just one nail, collecting dust as if it was some kind of ancient artifact. As I look at it every morning before heading off to school I am instantly reminded of a trip that I now use to define who I am: commitment, compassion, and…

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intensifying heat, but I was numb to the imminent burns; I was numb to everything. The sky began to blacken, as did my perception. I embraced the gradual darkness with open arms; it replaced the anguish with soothing nothingness. I awoke to barrenness and smoky tendrils idly floating away into the sky above. Everything within sight was charred and blackened. I only had a vague recollection of the destruction that occurred the night before, as if a fragment of my lucid mind was ripped away and…

It was cold outside. Stars were falling, ice and snow, swirling little pearls that were ripping holes into the darkness of the vast, vast sky. His naked feet felt cold against the frozen ground. Swift like a storm he danced through the night, like the shadow, that he was once taught to be. (Forced to be.) The streets were empty, everyone seemed to be sleeping in their beds, far from cold, far from worry. He was the only person left; The only one that was still willing to walk. Perhaps, he…

wind is blowing in my hair as night comes closer, the sky is turning hues of pink and orange and I am at peace. Sometimes, I come up with friends and we sit on the rocks or right on the ground and we talk for hours. When the chaotic rebelliousness of teenagers doesn’t come across the place, Starr Hill is a place of beauty and a place for connection. Here, I connect with some of my closest friends. Nobody really bothers us until we stay 15 minutes too late into the night and the party goers come…