Amina Of The Lamp Novels & Stories

“Is there a store I can order something from. Lamps. Anything.” “Not in this weather.” He reached under the counter and produced a small wooden box. Inside were three thick candles, the kind that came with their own glass holder, wrapped in ribbon. “These will do. Scented. For couples.” He held them out with the satisfaction of a man solving a problem efficiently. “You and your girlfriend will enjoy the night. It will be magical.” Amanda did not correct him. I watched her not correct him and felt something warm move through my chest that I decided not to examine too closely right then.

I need to aim the light there. Working my way back the huge lamp, I grab the metal rod I found earlier. Turns out it was a handle to turn the light. It's strange, the light should move on its own, but for some reason ever since I turned it on, it's dead still. Looking at it, I see that some parts of it are broken. The metal skin torn and warped, exposing the wires and works inside. Frederic must've done this as a means to stop it from working. Guess he failed.

Bathed in the cold moonlight from outside the window, Lambert carried Lydia into the room. Leaning forward, his sexy muscles hinted through the thin shirt, pressing against her softness, incredibly ambiguous. His hot and domineering tongue ravaged Lydia's slightly parted lips, making her scalp tingle, her toes curling involuntarily. Helplessly, she grasped Lambert's strong arm, like a drowning person clutching at the last piece of driftwood. Lambert switched on the bedside lamp, casting a warm, dim light that made the room even more ambiguous and tender.

“Stop please...” Her hands clenched tightly while tears rolled down her eyes. “Please...” To the rescue, a liquid shadow, the consistency like ink, covered her entire bed. It formed into a dome sealing her inside. It cast away the moon’s light. It instinctively drew the curtain shut. In response, Amanda’s breathing turned calm. Her tears halted from leaking. Her knitted brows, tense mouth and fingers that clawed the bed sheet returned to a relaxed position. Without switching on, the lampshade’s light flickered and stayed still, softly illuminating Amanda’s sleeping form.

“It’s just the bulb. Or the power. Or—” The hallway lights were still on minutes ago. And the bathroom light had been on. And the AC. Why was only the lamp dead? My heart crawled up my throat. I edged closer, feeling around for the switch. My fingers brushed the base— And something cold. Not metal. Not ceramic. Plastic. A small plastic device taped to the underside of the lamp. “What the—” Before I could pull my hand away, the lamp flickered again—just once—and a tiny red light blinked on beneath it.

Even if I am dressed warm, the hair on my body rose. They both each gave a speech talking about safety measures, and what campfire is all about in general. “Now to begin the event we’ll light the fire up.” Luna Elena said with a smile. Damon and his mother, both held up a burning wood and a transparent box opened automatically. With that, they placed the burning woods at the bottom of the well arranged woods shaped to be a huge crescent moon, and the burning began. The place was well secured in some transparent heat resistant glass, and the ventilation channel somewhere to avoid smoke. The top of the cover had some light water droplet which reduces the burn and shone a blue light as the wate

Oreo looked at her frigidly, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the big chandelier hanging in the center of the room. As the children were sleeping, and it was daytime, the curtains were open but the lights were not turned on. He looked at the chandelier curiously, as if he was wondering what it was. Tianna followed his gaze and pointed at the chandelier with her pudgy fingers, "That's a lamp! A lamp!" He looked back at her in confusion. He opened his mouth, but only gibberish came out. Tianna frowned, "It's not whatever sound you're making, it's called a lamp! Lamp!"

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Day 16 A lamp? A tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few meters in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds. Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen.

“Then that’s good. You have a chaperone. Don’t forget to bring her tomorrow on Paco’s birthday.” Before Essi could defend that her companion with Oneil would not lead to illicit means, Minerva just agreed to them. “Alright then, be careful on your way,” Minerva said while pulling an unused solar lamp. “You can use this instead of that kerosene lamp. It’s too dark in our zone.”

I was just trying to take some safety measures, making sure that I could do the best to protect me and Amy's lives. . I started to look around the room again, in hopes of finding something sharp or heavy enough to be used as a weapon. Then I saw the floor lamp on the corner of the room. It stood as tall as me. It had a circular lamp shade that circled the top part with floral patterns and frilly flocks. . It was girly enough to be placed in Amy's room, my first thought when I bought it was that. But now that I was desperate to find a weapon, I noticed that the stand was pretty sharp-edged at the top part. It was shaped almost like a two-eyed spear.