Illuminated By You Novels & Stories

El said in a cold tone. "Hello wake up lunch is ready" El said but Nathan didn't wake up either. El got closer to Nathan and made sure nothing happened to Nathan. "Nathan, wake up," El said, there was no movement from Nathan as a sign that he heard Eleven. "Don't make fun of me, wake up Nathan!" When El touched Nathan, he opened his eyes and stared intently at El. "Don't touch me," Nathan said. "What? Are you crazy? I think you're the deaf one" El says.

Callie stood at the center of it all, bathed in multi-colored light, her eyes glazed and unseeing. "Crowned with an eternal flame."

No wounder the road looked familiar. I wondered how Vincent knew about this place. He was not lok like someone that enjoys scenes like this. "What are we doing here? i asked him. "Well, you said you needed inspirations" he said and walked inside. I kept on staring at his back as he was walking inside. "Vincent Blackwood, you are making me fall in love with you more and more" i said before i walked in behind him.

Atlas The moon rose slowly over Blackwood’s northern towers, casting a muted silver glow through the frost-kissed windows of my room. Its pale light slithered across the thick patterned carpet, glinting off scattered reports on my desk, illuminating the cracked spine of an abandoned textbook near my boots. Shadows stretched along the walls like silent witnesses to my unrest.

I go to the kitchen, where I grab a small knife and tuck it into my robe. With my hand on the door handle, I hesitate no longer and push it. To my surprise, there is only darkness in front of me. With bated breath, I take a step forward, and at that moment, some blue lights turn on, illuminating the room. It seems I'm in a tunnel. As I move forward, the lights in front of me turn on, while those behind me go out. At the end of the tunnel, there's an elevator. I step into it and press the only button on the panel. After the elevator has descended quite a bit, it opens, and just like in the other tunnel, the lights come on with sensors, but this time, they're red. My skin crawls when I hear a

Your words are a beacon of comfort in the darkest moments. Our daughter, Grace, is growing up to be a reflection of you. She is strong-willed and spirited, traits that you embodied so perfectly. There are times when she can be a little stubborn, but her heart is as tender as yours was. She reads your letters often, and through them, she feels connected to you, finding solace and strength in your words.

“You’re the core.” Everything went black.

Ok class... today, ill be sharing something i wrote with you all. It's a poetry piece. Read carefully. I'll be asking questions later... Oh, my Morning Glory The bright morning sun shoots shafts of light and dark through the blinds, laying bars of mystery down the length of your arching back, creating halos and hollows in your hair.