Microscope In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Christie’s POV The fluorescent lights of the research lab felt brighter and colder than usual. I stared into the eyepiece of my microscope, but the cellular structures on the slide were just a blur of purple and blue. My hands were steady by habit, but my mind was a battlefield. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyon’s face in the moonlight, promising me a future that now felt like a lie.

Ruby "Ruby, take a seat beside Hope," Doctor Collins gestured. "Now that we have an even number of students, we can complete this morning's activity in pairs," she said as she walked over to the window and turned the blinds. "During this activity, we're going to be identifying the change in animal cells under the microscope."

“Are you fucking around or...” “Just wait,” Tristan chuckles, pressing his eye against the microscope's viewfinder. “I’ve just got to…” Growing quiet, he begins to adjust things, bringing the slide into view and out until, finally, we can make out the cells that are moving about on it. Instantly, the room around us grows quiet as we watch the cells slowly move about. They mix and unmix, then move away from each other. They don’t do like they did when my blood was mixed with a wolf's, and that alone gives me mixed feelings.

Rows of glass vials were lined up, each one holding the potential for discovery or disappointment, I presume. The centrifuge was stagnant. If it was in use, it would've made a soft whirring noise as it spun samples, separating what was needed from what wasn't. I touched its metallic shell, cool to the touch, and felt the beat of scientific exploration. Adjusting the microscope, I explored the tiny worlds on glass slides. The microscope, a tool to discover the unseen, felt weighty with the responsibility of revealing hidden truths. I wish it could reveal mine. In the center of the lab, a board displayed the complex process of genetic manipulation and hybrid formation. Charts and diagrams show

Jasper’s dark eyes lit up as an enthusiastic grin practically consumed his square jawed face while greeting his assistant. “Of all mornings for you to be late,” he eagerly said as he jumped up from his microscope and directed her to look through it. “Take a look.” With a slight limp, she made her way toward him. She smiled as she moved between him and the end of the equipment laden table that held the microscope.

The medicinal uses for such discoveries are limitless and could go towards saving more lives than I take. I dip my pipette into the test tube, suck up a small amount of liquid, and place a drop onto a clear slide. I carefully place another slide on top and lift the slide onto the mechanical stage of my microscope. I lift my protective goggles onto my head, look through the ocular lens and quickly make an adjustment to the objective lens. A smile splits across my face as I watch the chemical compounds on the slide doing a beautiful dance that I’ve been hoping to see for a year. I did it! I finally did it! I’m not sure what the medicinal benefits of a cocktail like this could be, but who cares

🌊🔥CHAPTER 26 🔥🌊 Hudson and Alvara’s lips parted slowly as they stepped into the room. A very long white Bench top was seen at the middle of the room with 4 compound microscope lined up on top of it. Below the Bench was 4 stools lined up too. At the right side of the room was a drawer and inside it were neatly arranged test tubes on the first row, Beaker’s and tunnels were on the second row, Bunsen burner’s on the third row, Crucibles on the fourth row and Burette’s on the last row.

"This... this is a death sentence if I don't get it right." He stepped back from the microscope, gesturing for me to look. I peered through the lens. Instead of the chaotic, shifting patterns I expected, I saw cells that looked rigid, almost crystalline, like microscopic shards of glass. "Is that Leo?" I whispered, my heart plummeting into my stomach.

“I thought you'd be better at it than that.” “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Jacob held up his hands. “The nerd has some fire.” I crossed my arms and glared at him.”I'm not going to lie to Mr. Elway.” He leaned back in his seat. “You said it was about sex? How is a microscope like sex?” I was just glad he didn't ask me how someone like me would know about sex. “How about you look in it and find out,” I replied. “This lab is all about plant spores. You get to watch plant sex.”

I said, pulling away from the microscope and looking up at James. “You didn’t see it?” he said, his smile fading. He pulled the microscope to himself and looked in, muttering to himself as he fussed with the dials. “No, I swear it was… What the… That’s odd…” “What’s wrong?” I said, leaning over out of curiosity and accidentally brushing our shoulders together. “I swear this was not an ordinary influenza sample,” he muttered, looking up from the microscope. When he locked eyes with me, I realized now that our faces were incredibly close… Close enough to kiss.