Novel & Cerita City Lights Pocket Poets Series

May kalayuan ang apartment ko rito pero ayos na rin ito, hindi na rin naman ako nakakapag exercise lately. I should be home pero hindi ko alam kung bakit mas pinili ng mga paa kong magpunta rito sa burol (hill). Ever since I was a kid, city lights became my comfort. I remember noong grade six ako, tumakas ako ng bahay para lang pumunta sa burol at makita ang liwanag ng syudad. Hindi ko alam kung ilang minuto o oras akong nakatitig doon. I have so many things to do at home pero I really want to relax first.

The city stretched across the edge of dawn itself. Built among rivers of light. Bridges spanning impossible distances. Towers glowing like lanterns. Gardens suspended among the stars. Thousands upon thousands of lights. Not cold. Welcoming. Every structure seemed woven from stories and starlight. Every street seemed alive. The city didn't dominate the sky. It belonged there. As naturally as constellations. As naturally as hope. Noah forgot to write. A historic event. Hope forgot to speak. A catastrophic event. The Wayfinder sailed onward.

He was just one more traveler, adding his own story to this silent chronicle of human endeavor. The darkness pressed in on him, a suffocating blanket that threatened to smother his spirit. He pulled out a small, salvaged lantern, its flickering flame casting dancing shadows that writhed and twisted, adding to the eerie atmosphere. The light was meager, barely enough to illuminate a few feet ahead, but it was enough, he told himself, enough to keep him moving forward.

I just like peace and quiet sometimes being around a lot of people who wouldn’t need space every now and then i mean I have a huge family and both my parents have 7 siblings a peace and they all live here on pack land too with their kids it’s never a dull moment in this house or in this Pack I go to get ready for my run so I can make it back in time to shower but can’t seem to find my shoes anywhere probably because one of my sisters wore them their always taking my stuff not that I don’t take theirs we share it’s a family thing so I decided to just let my wolf run either way I’m running this morning I have so much pint up these last few months I need a release.

You let it be what it was until you understood exactly where the light needed to go. The piece was about Tripicity from altitude, or what she imagined Tripicity from altitude looked like, those satellite images she had looked at online of cities at night, the way the streets and the buildings resolved from above into pure light, threads and clusters and the dark gaps of parks and water between them. She had never seen Tripicity from a plane. She had seen those images and she had walked these streets for years and she had decided that she knew what it looked like anyway, from the inside out, which was the only direction that mattered.

But like the hopes of the city, the city lights were switched on, shining so brightly sending out their light to each end though not as compared to the sun. The sky was deprived of no moon, but the city lights made it possible to see through. "Just like the earth; when the sun bids us goodbye and the darkness comes, hiding the only thing that could help us see through the thick darkness which is the moon. the city lights are that little stars, that spark of hope that keeps on reminding us that the darkness shall pass away, and it shall soon be light again," Alina says staring at the city through the window. Ashley stares at her, not blinking.

He grabs the edge of the house with his hands. “Hmm, nice view,” thought the vampire. The building was quite high and opened a marvelous panorama of the surroundings of the city, covered by a scattering of brilliant lights. In the distance, streams of cars could be seen, which even that night did not weaken much. Cars moved in a common system, small lights, outlining the lines of the streets. The city was presented as a single organism absorbing everyone into itself and making anyone a part of its system. Eyes that see the wisdom of the ages scanned the expanses built by man.

The Devil’s City was a marvel of dark enchantment, a kingdom of eternal twilight kissed by the silver glow of a crescent moon. Its towering blackstone buildings glistened like polished obsidian under the soft, ethereal glow that bathed the city in a perpetual soft, dreamlike hue. The air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming flowers that lined the streets, their petals a kaleidoscope of deep crimson, violet, and gold. Intricate lanterns hung from elegantly wrought iron posts, illuminating the cobbled streets with a warm, golden light that danced with an unnatural grace, casting moving shadows that seemed to flicker with life.