Novel Lighting Novels & Stories

Elaine said, watching her look at the room. "The north light is wrong," Ayesha said, without preamble. "The windows need to be higher or the artificial lighting needs to compensate significantly. As it stands anything hanging on the north wall will be fighting the ambient rather than working with it." Elaine said, "The previous consultant told us the lighting was adequate." "The previous consultant was measuring adequacy against a conventional standard," Ayesha said. "We're not building a conventional space." Elaine looked at her with the specific expression of someone who was confirming something they had believed about a person and finding the confirmation exactly as good as they had hoped

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I went near the window and from here, I can see the grainfield and other parts of district G. Torches are everywhere. They are like eyes on fire. There is really no electricity here with us. We abandoned ourselves and plunged into the fact that paraffin lamp is our only source of light when the night comes. The only device we have that is not powered by electricity but by the use of kerosene as fuel. A wick or mantle as a light source, protected by a glass chimney or globe. We wish for the gleaming moon to be embellished with stars as fluctuating golden embroideries at the night sky. And when the celestial bodies hide, we wish to have that blasted lightning off the field.

ELEANOR As I stepped further—still clutching the tray in my hands, the only light in the room was the dim glow of the skyline seeping through the large glass window, and the faint orange ember of Armando’s cigarette. I hesitated for a second after I managed to find the light switch—wondering if turning on the lights would push him over the edge, but I flicked the switch anyway.

Bernice Christian rose from the couch, his movements fluid and purposeful as he crossed the room to turn off the lights. The sudden darkness accentuated his silhouette, tall and powerful in his black shirt. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him, struck by how the simple act of dimming the lights could transform the atmosphere so completely. The city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow across the room. It felt as though we were suddenly transported to our own private world, far removed from the chaos and complications of our daily lives.

A single, flickering light bulb casts eerie shadows on the walls, making the room feel like a sanctuary of solitude. As they entered the dimly lit room, the unfamiliar stench of painkillers and anaesthetics hit them, attacking their senses as they navigated their way to his bed. Eliana found the light switch and flipped it, a wave of brilliant light washing through the room to clearly illuminate him.

"I am not building a ghost. I am building a future." "Then give it a backbone," he said. She stared at him. He was challenging her. Pushing her. Not as a critic, but as a collaborator who knew her better than she knew herself. She walked over to him. She stood over him, looking down at the blueprints. "You changed the lighting," she noted. "I did," he said. "Spotlights are too aggressive. I switched to ambient LED panels. Soft light. Like dawn." "Dawn," she repeated. "A new beginning."

Morning Light and Choices Evelyn stirred as the soft warmth of sunlight kissed her face, filtering through the open window. The golden rays danced across the room, casting delicate patterns onto the walls and the polished floor. She blinked slowly, her mind a haze of half-remembered dreams and lingering tension from the previous night. The weight of her new reality pressed against her chest, but for a moment, she let herself bask in the light.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago. I guessed my death was the reason that my soul could finally drift away from the hospital room that had been my cage. I followed my mother, my ghostly eyes wide as I watched her sort through the mess I had left behind. My mother, who always took such pride in her looks and never seemed a day over 50, had aged a decade overnight, and her hair turned to silver. Her shaky, frail silhouette made my heart feel like it was being crushed. The day they closed my account with the world was bright and sunny. The harsh sun seemed to weigh heavily on my mother's hunched shoulders.