My Life - Original Writing

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

I was a passenger in the backseat of our family vehicle. The small bumps in the pavement lulled me to a place of perfect repose. As we looked outside our windows we could see the sky painting a magnificent show for us. The sun was going down, but the heavens were brighter and more astounding than I had ever seen them before. It was as if someone had set the clouds alight with raging wildfires and splashes of pink and purple scattered about. I never wanted it to end, but the sky had other plans. The masterpiece before us began to recede into darkness as the nighttime engulfed the sun and put daytime to

Months ago when he first stepped outside, the bright rays of light almost blinded him. He raised a pale hand to his face in a petty attempt to shield himself. Now under the dying sun, he could see the city in its entirety. When the surrounding area grew darker, red and orange lights that brushed over the streets began to grow in intensity. Walkers on the sidewalk began to flourish in their own happiness as they hurried from their jobs and into the weekend.

A beam of early morning sunlight played on his face. He turned and scooted to another part of the bed in order to avoid waking. Within a few minutes the beam of sunlight had caught up with him again and was shining again directly on his eyelids. He lay there, his head in a fog, rubbed his eyes and stared at the white plastered walls trying to determine where he was and even who he was. The brightness of the room overwhelmed him with a fierce intensity. It was a few minutes before his eyes became accustomed to the light. He entertained his semi-waking mind by tracing patterns of the earthy colors on the tapestry that hung on the wall facing him. He rubbed his hands slowly on the bedsheet, felt a smoothness and said to himself, "This

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

The presence of the sun symbolizes the “rays of truth”.  “The American and the girl with him sat at a table in the shade.”  Hiding from the inevitable truth – the inevitable topic of discussion, Jig and the male sit in the shade of the rail station.

A pale hand overhead obscured the light. My almond eyes focused on the sculpted lines of the face of a man. The sunlight formed a halo around his head. His set of cobalt eyes gleamed like flames of fire. Despite the horror of our first encounter, witnessing him in the light purged my fears.

Over the town of Ledwin, in the middle of a particularly hot July, the sky flickered while the waning moon hung in its tent. It was not the stars that shined deep across the cosmos, or the flames of a meteorite breaking through Earth's attenuated barrier. No, the very sky itself became bright, shining as if the sun was antagonized into a fearsome rage, then dark, as if it were subdued by a much more terrifying presence. It was like some sort of anomalous, uncanny light switch was being pushed, flipping the sun on, then off. On, then off. Alternating between levels of such extremity that it was a miracle the air itself didn’t catch fire and then freeze over, for it was not temperature that changed, only

In the story margot could remember the feeling of the sun and how peaceful and meaningful it was to her. Margot had told the children her memories and comments about the sun and how it made her happy. She had made a poem to show the class about what she had remember about it. “ A warmness, like a blushing

Light is extremely significant for life and vision. Without light, nothing would exist. It plays a vital role in our perception of the world (McAuliffe, 2015). As the light around us changes, we perceive things dissimilarly. It is glance that when the sun goes down, it does not only showcase the conversion between darkness and lightness but also leads to a wide range of changes in our visual image. This essay aims to describe my observations of the sunset at St Kilda beach and reflect upon the change and the experience I earned from it. Moreover, the interpretations in terms of the early processes of the visual system will also be presented.

I am writing back home to try and depict the exhilarating experience of Oklahoma. The vast rolling plains are so picturesque that no camera can do justice to what I see in person. The endless sea of green moves harmoniously with every breath of wind. The wildlife migrates with every dawn and dusk of the sun without disturbing God’s angelic creation. A sun that decorates the sky with every color that could be created on painter’s palette and gilds the terrain around me. The setting of the sun lasts a lifetime in its beauty but is passes in moments in reality. What is left is darkness. A darkness that coexsists with the illumination by the overwhelming abundance of stars. Each one drawing its own creation in the sky. Even at

While reading “Sunset” by, H. P. Lovecraft, a great deal of childhood memories flooded my thoughts. In fact, “Sunset” revived some of my earliest memories as a child who has witnessed many sunsets on the picturesque shores of Naples, Florida. The family outings, picnics, and days at the parks all came back to me in an astonishing revelation; these glory days were spent with my family and now are the most cherished memories I have with them. I remember Sunsets in Florida, along the shores, as a remarkable event and can recount the golden ball of flames as it melted into the ocean, and said good bye once again to the Sunshine State.

I never experienced the sun so pure. The sun so vibrant, and delightful to be underneath. I have also never taken much appreciation for the sun either, nor did I ever really take the time to be mesmerized by it. I should perhaps not say ever, for I remember when I was around the age of seven and ten, I would gaze at the sun and thought to myself, “if I stare long enough, something miraculous might take place.” But it never did. Or maybe I didn’t glaze long enough.

The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.

We were a normal family of four at first. It was my mom, dad, brother and I. We lived in a little adobe house that they made themselves. I was their first child, the oldest of two. I was born in Mexico and life there seemed simple, but as a child I couldn’t really tell when things weren’t. Things were pretty normal the first four years of my life, I was about to go to school in Mexico and I spent a lot of time with my dad and family. I was really close with my dad, we would go out together a lot, he had a bunch of CD’s in his car and he would play one and we’d sing together, and he would make me breakfast in the mornings while I watched morning cartoons. He was basically my role model in my early days, it was nice too, I really enjoyed it.