A Single Under Cabinet Light

She turns her chair and lifts her gaze to the daylight now streaming in, brightening the house. It can now be seen that the room is a mess. Books are laid end to the end across the floor. You can make out a book titled “The Alchemy of Magic” lying by her foot. She pushes it aside with her slipper. She tightens

The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at

Then, one morning, she woke up and found herself in a giant bed in a sunny room with plush blue armchairs and a cherry armoire.”

But, from the head of the stairs, a glaring ray of sunshine slid through. A worn, black door stood ajar, making room for the blazing warmth to intrude.

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

There was a relaxing feeling coming from the room. The colors were pretty mellow such as the cream-colored walls. Although the room gave off this aura, there was a very elegant tea set in the middle of the room. The wall contained a fireplace while the corner of the room contained a combination of both a bookshelf and a desk. The desk had a pair of golden glasses that belonged to one of the men who lived in the home (I can’t recall exactly who they belonged to). Aside from these things, the room also contained what looked like a very comfortable couch. The guide stated that all of the pieces in the house aside from one fireplace and most of the replicated sales pieces in the General Store.

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

A jagged diamond of bright white light, fuzzy like he was looking through an unfocused camera, appeared directly above him. At the same time the pain awoke, a searing fire in his lower back and legs, and then he noticed the cold. He didn’t want to move in case he’d broken something when he fell, assuming he could move, and assuming he did fall, so he just laid there, blinking up at the jagged white diamond.

When we went inside the spiral white wood staircase had fool’s gold railing. In the kitchen there was a table with 4 twine wrapped legs, and a wood stove with a chimney. In the living room there was 3 small chair couches and another chimney but this time with a fireplace. When we went upstairs there were 2 bedrooms, another living room with 4 couches this time and another fireplace. In my bedroom there was a big dresser with plenty of space, and there was a window, with a window screen, and glass! The bed was big and luxurious. And John’s bed was smaller but luxurious. His room was pretty much like mine, except mine had a fireplace with a chimney.

Sally's face which seemed to calm her down. Another loud slam and I heard the barn door slide

Upon arrival at the colonial estate, the narrator quickly notices a big, airy room that she has a strong distaste for. She mentions that it was a nursery first, then a playroom, and finally a gymnasium, but that the windows are barred. With how she is describing her surroundings it allows for one to notice attributes of postpartum depression if it is applied to later on. The room in which she has

The leather furniture was cracked, and if the chairs were sat upon dust rose about one's thighs. The house seemed to be submerged in shadows as if it also refused to admit the light of the future. It had once been part of the most stylish street in town. Now it was surrounded with the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps. It had obviously become an eyesore compared to once when it had been so beautiful.

The room is dark for there is no light shining through the window next to the drawer like any other day. A folded paper in the bucket is settled next the drawer, that always have been cleaned, but not this time when I looked. I can smell the fresh tea where it is sitting on top of the night stand. I am sitting in a chair next to my parent’s bed with my ill mother laying on top of her bed.

The room was almost pitch black except for one dim, flickering light that hung above a large straight back wooden chair. The chair was heavy duty with three leather straps on each arm, two around each ankle and one wrapped around your forehead.

The curtains of the manor were pulled tight, as they always were. No light from the outside world could make its way inside. The only light coming from the sconces on the wall, dimmed down to a more pleasant yellow lighting. The manor itself was quiet, with only a few servants fully awake to prepare the manor for the evening hours, while the others were still rising from their morning slumber. As a vampire, activity in the manor began with the setting of the sun. Now there was simply a lazy atmosphere as the servants began their usual work. That is except for one servant who had taken to rushing through the halls with a bundle of cloth in his arms. He was out of breath and a little red in the face, nervous as all get out from the worried