Flashing light

the sun he never would have noticed the revolver. Next, the sun compels our protagonist. “It [the sun] pressed itself on me, trying to check my progress.” This quote shows that he thinks of the sun as more of a person that just a star that provides light. He talks about checking in on his progress. This is ironic for a man who believes everything is absurd. He acts and feels by how the sun is and this only leads him into bad situations. The sun also gives him pain. On the beach he said, “And each time

have this urge to turn around. It makes me feel trapped, but I ignore it. I can’t let them see that I’m scared of a little pitch-black tunnel. Once inside, there are only two ways to run, left and right. I kick a rusty can and glance back at the light from the outside world. “Are you sure this place is safe?” I ask. “Why? You scared, Cry?” Thorn

Describing a Comic Convention The light struck the glass windows, blinding those staring around in wonder below. The dirty London street was smothered in a thick coat of glitter, fallen from the mobs costumes. The place was a vibrant discordance of colour; blues as dark as a midnight sky and reds as rich as blood. People swarmed through the plaza, crushing newcomers and small children alike. A gust of wind startled the costumed crowd, many grabbing wigs or loose ornamentation. The day was warm for

painted walls. My cell is a cold, barren, frightening desert at night. These endless walls are the only barriers between me and freedom. As I am staring from the corner of my cell, the pale light is flickering while moths are surrounding it finding the only hope left in the prison. The shade of the dim light gradually enters from the tiny window which reminds me of the last day which I spend with my friends. … As I walked merrily back from my friend’s house, I noticed that heavy traffic covered all

mast, like someone was sending Morse code. Isaac, a young boy fishing for his destitute village in a stained blue shirt and grey shorts is thrown off his feet and crashes into the deck, knocking him unconscious. He blinked back at neon lightings flashing on and off fast enough to send any epileptic into a seizure. The disjointed haze of the masts lamp began to recede from sight. The crackling sound of a roaring fire was starting to register. He opened his eyes and felt the heat from his beloved

alone, but this time it was a reality. While watching TV, I hear footsteps outside, a knock on the door, and the doorbell ring, then another knock. Naturally, I run upstairs and look out the window in order to see who is there. A truck with flashing yellow lights is parked in the road, and a stout man holding a flashlight is looking in the back of the truck. To be safe, I call my mom, and ask her if she is expecting someone. She replies with a curious no, and asks, “Why?” While I am in the midst of

It began with the listless feeling brought on by a Sunday afternoon. A deep, gnawing feeling of being unsettled seated itself within his gut and bit at him incessantly that afternoon, when the bleached seas of fog finally began rolling back and exposing the ghostly monoliths of steel and glass, complimented by the vaguely red bridge on the edge of the city that stretched into the thicket of mist like a pathway to eternal salvation. San Francisco had always been a haunted city; a city of tragic

The beach umbrella, the towels, the chairs, and then the cooler. In the backseat, I watched as my family finished packing the van with the assortment of items we had brought with us to the beach. The van was the family tank, a roaring piece of machinery that somehow seemed to make the passenger feel secure even with the alarming grumbling of the engine. The back of the van was filled and now, on this late summer day, we were taking our leave from the shore. I looked back once more at the sea where

bloody arms. Without thinking, I hauled him out. His legs were crushed under the steering wheel. I continued to pull until it became near impossible. Flashing lights and sirens were rushing towards me. A sigh of relief shot through my beaten up body. My head felt light and dizzy. I took a few steps back only to fall onto the ground. Red and blue lights flashed and intensified. I blacked

jump from the ground . The end was a masked man chasing people out with chainsaws , making them run to the concession stands. Scratch looks upon the haunt from the distance in the dark. The exterior was black , shaped like a castle with flicker lights coming from the fake windows. He breaths heavily looking at the lined up crowd , screaming from the outside actors , awaiting to get inside. “ I can't wait any longer , that bitch made me loose strength.” “I have start killing now so Halloween is