Flashing light

The television flickers, one of the few sources of light in the darkened room. The screen casts echoes of flashing lights across the attentive faces of its viewers and the charming, floral wallpaper. On display, the leader of the nation waves jovially to the masses of onlookers as he drives in an extravagant procession. The ecstatic hubbub of the jubilant parade crackles over the cheap speakers in the room. A hushed couple sits in their home, surveying the cheerful scene. As they sit in a fashion

throughout the century. When I first began watching this piece I thought it was about escaping the darkness due to the numerous amounts of times the dancer fled from the light. I felt that when there was light the dancer was at peace and safe. Then the light kept flashing on and off, and every time the dancer was shown in the light he was higher and higher in the air. It made me wonder, why the choreographer created the piece to where the dancer strived to be up the air, higher than where he currently

same dull shade of grey. The few folk I pass seem to be colourless too. There’s no life in these hours, just a world of black. Slowly things start to change as the sun rises; all the shades fade away as light starts leaking through the cracks of the city. The drops of rain come into vision as light hits the city, staining the pavement with dark shadows. Leftover raindrops hang from the overhead signs occasionally finding their way down the collars of unsuspecting victims. People start to surround

The smell of fresh cleaned laundry of her and the soft cotton sweatshirt was comforting. She repeated in my ear “it's okay baby, it's okay.” Trying to calm me. I turned and walked toward the apartment and lay in the wet grass, sobbing. Bright white lights flashed from Cameron's window, then the living room, and the kitchen. It was the forensic man taking pictures of the scene. Images of what they were taking pictures of haunted my mind, I could see it in my head and it made me sick. Michael, Megan

to reception and I greet my co-workers writing down notes about how the animals appear and then get to my locker to grab my clipboard, notes, and my uniform.I go to a cage and get a chinchilla and I place it down on a clear lab table and it felt as light as a feather.I grab the cat from the cage and put the cat right by the chinchilla to observe it.Then i go look at chemicals to see how they react to it.I look for some chemicals that can be used in foods.I go grab a book on chemistry and read it so

his music career. However, the larger themes within the song that flows throughout the album implies the experiencing of dark fantasies, pursuing the American dream, evolving into the monster one would never thought he would evolve into, the flashing lights that blind rather than brighten, falling in love and then undervaluing the relationship, sensual exploits as a heartbreaking alternative for loss of love, being lost in the labyrinth of the American lifestyle;

or kimono shape, but was not constructed to be an actual piece of clothing. There is a hole at the top of the structure which allows a face to peep through, making it an interactive piece for pictures or for the artist to be a part of. The regular light bulbs flicker, the cathode styled bulbs are painted in many colors of bright neon enamel, and the electrical cords fall to the ground. The installation is a constructed, or assembled sculpture, because it is made up of many different materials and

gales knocks and blows the trees in precarious ways, almost as though, if it had wanted to, the wind could blow them away as if they were but feathers, not heavy pines. Lighting lights up the sky like liquid, golden ore streaks being forged into forks up above. Wriggling and writhing with the pain of their own existence. Flashing once, twice, three times, polished and glossy like the cold prongs of the apocalypse. Shaking myself from my weather-caused trance, I hurry for shelter under a nearby fern tree

shadows were in a battle between the memories on the past that came with the light from the Outside. The Outside, the Father had not looked upon it, smelt it, heard it or even thought about it in years. The laughter of children echoed of the polished masonry of the strong walls, the happiness warmed the gallery and lit the magnificent cross that hung proudly above the bright and striking stained glass window where light exploded into the room reaching every corner and every bench. The masses

pants that conformed to her legs, showing skinny, but strong legs. An equally hugging black top clung to her upper body. Cherry red nails shinned in the white light as she moved her hands to whisk back her long, silky black hair. Next to her sat a creature that barely looked human. Bald and wrinkly, this man squatted near her with a flashing smile on his face. Big, bold brown eye looked up and cowarded at the sight of a massive man. Kai