The Dark Sky - Original Writing

A sharp bend in the passage revealed a sight which made him gasp. A faint circular opening in the distance permitted the rays of the moon –which had fitfully begun to shine –to penetrate the stygian blackness. The end of the passage lay before him. Victory –escape! The cold night air fanned his face; he urged himself onward in a last desperate effort.

brilliant colors of yellow and orange, and then vanished under the purple and blue cloudy sky. It

There was a fuzzy muddled scene in his eyes when he woke up. The scenary was blurred and disrupted with the refraction of bright white. He looked around as the haze began to fade. He tried to gain awareness of where he was, he had no

I turned my head to see the night sky. The ocean was so calm that it appeared as though a mural of stars were in front of me, as though I could leap forward into the black blanket of white sparkles. A star that shined yellow grew bigger as time went on. I imagined it was a firefly floating over the ocean just a short distance away. Oddly enough the firefly was moving closer to me somehow. The firefly started to appear as a small cat walking down from the sky.

On the floor where he stood were light colored tiles. The darkness he looked into would not let him discover their color, but he saw they ended halfway across the room from where he stood.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

“The dark red fire parted into two gigantic wings, as if a hydrant were shooting streams of fire outward and up, toward the zenith—and between the two wings, against a pitch-black sky, the rocket rose slowly, so slowly that it seemed to hang still in the air, a pale cylinder with a blinding oval of white light at the bottom, like an upturned candle with its flame directed at the earth.”

The star leaf began to spin with a shimmering glow as it flew higher and higher into the sky.

Suddenly the figure turned around and padded away and a bright light, brighter than anything that He had seen before, engulfed them. It disappeared moments later and the figure was

He felt warmth and saw a yellow light of to the distance, as well as voices and sound footsteps filled him with happiness. His heart started racing in excitement and relief.

Anne-Marie had never seen the stars before, only the moist and cold walls of the underground cavern she lived in. Once, a long time ago, she’d been told all the stars had fallen from the sky in great balls of fire and humanity had been forced to live underground. She remembered her parents saying they’d seen the stars before they had fallen. Bright white, shining, and angelic, was her mom had described them, like halos lighting up an endless darkness. Anne hadn’t believed her. Even now, as she walked down a scarcely lit pathway, she remained sceptical that they could have ever seen them.

A flare went off directly overhead. He had heard the hissing sound of the launch. It came from down the hill, so he knew it had been launched by someone on his side. Small comfort. He watched the light from the flare illuminate the hillside. Drawing in a deep breath, he rolled back onto his side.

I saw something coming swiftly at me, in a manner that seemed likely to hit me. I blinked, and at that same moment, I was flying through the air, everything growing smaller and smaller. It felt great to soar through the sky; now I knew why I had those dimples that I hated so much. I was falling down now, swiftly, and I could see a soft, green looking area with a flag near the oval end. Obviously, something important. A sharp wind drove me towards

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

Most of us remember the lullaby “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. The truth behind it is that stars