Reading Light Department Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat before he started reading again. “Dearest Claudia, I know my letter would be part of the hundredth one you have received today and I don’t mind. I would sleep happily knowing you opened this letter. Whenever we meet again, I would read this to your face and hold your hands to reassure you that the love I feel for you is still as crazy as it’s supposed to be and I wouldn’t mind being your favorite human forever.

The light's intensity was staggering, piercing through the dimness of the room like a miniature sun. I winced, squinting to protect my eyes from the radiant glow, which seemed to be growing brighter by the second. I glanced over at Raphael, noticing that he, too, was shielding his eyes from the intense light. But before we could even adjust to the glare, the white light suddenly burst outward, exploding into a brilliant, all-encompassing radiance that filled the entire room.

“They’re trying to make light sign.” She set the disc down as if refusing to be polite to a toy with teeth. “If the room red at noon,” she said to the glass, to the ribs, to the machinery, “it did so the way men pretend to love when they are practicing power.” “The seam prints,” Lucien said. He crouched, looking for the path where the light keeper’s boots had once worn a kindness into the steps. “One light set—careful. One dragging—helped or hauled. The dragging leads toward the service stair.”

She sure does have some sexy hip movement going on there. The lights are on dim, I have them on a special setting because one thing I do not like is bright lighting at home in the evening. Maybe it stems from all the glare on the rink, bright lights everywhere from the locker room to the ice, that when I get in at night, I like the tranquility mood lighting can offer.

The fear, the greed, but also the hope of those who’d tried to stop them. And then, the words changed, forming right in front of them: “The truth is not a weapon. It is a light. It will not force anyone to believe but it will let them see. Those who have hidden in the dark will try to put it out. But light only grows stronger when it is shared.” As Elara read those words aloud, the light from the pages spread a little further, touching the walls, the shelves, the very air in the room. Outside, the wind seemed to pick up, soft but steady, like it was carrying something away.

"This is from the photography unit sir, they got to replace the lights as they are getting dimmer." "Are there no batteries for those?" "According to him, the devices are overused." "Get me my pen." I quickly signed a letter to be sent to the finance department for the release of funds to have the issue of lighting settled. "Take this with you to the finance officer." She turned around and made to move. "You moron! Don't go right away." "Alright, Sir." "And this?" "I'm afraid, the company record losses Sir." "And why is that?"

I said in a long litany while holding the debatable series light I had bought earlier. I immediately turned it on and circled it around its tombstone. I also reached for my guitar and immediately took it out of the box and immediately started playing its tune. “We were supposed to be singing inside of our dim light small house. We are happy and goofing together with our small house with just us two,” strumming while saying those words makes my heart missed him more. The whole place started to get darker and my series light was the only light I had and his gravestone.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."