Light-year

heavy body and fogged over memories must have been a result from the deep slumber. I looked out the window and realized that the that earth was not in sight; inside the control room connected to my room, a counting device showed a sign of several light years. I assumed the device ought to be the distance of our travel. After I investigated around my room, and nothing important; I decided that my best chance to search the ship to find clues would be as soon as possible. After I navigated the…

device that, unlike like everything else here, is not made of rock, but human flesh and a small computer screen. A thin beam ignites from a hole in the flesh and rushes over Martin’s body, he watches in agony as his bones reconstruct themselves in the light. Only to have Zowler destroy them over twice more. Unable to speak, or even make a noise, Martin feels his tongue dry up, it’s like he’s chewing on granite. Next comes his nose, he watches as his pasty skin hardens into a reddish rock. The…

Hollywood freeway. It was dedicated to the Olympics, it has 5 old model type cars with valentine hearts over each car, there are palm trees in the background as well he uses light pastel colors to give off the light cheery mood. On top in the sky of the mural are symbols as well; there is an iron, two men wrestling, a Good Year blimp, a stallion, and a mailing stamp. I believe in that time period Romero might have felt that he city’s car culture was beautiful because there might have not…

Solar thermals are one of the more common solar systems; however, they are often referred based on their service rather than the name solar thermal itself. Solar thermals comes in many different variation; from focusing light, acting like a furnace, to application of a heating water, acting like a water heater; solar thermals are everywhere in everyday life (Kalogirou, 2004, p 238). While they are not commonly recognize as photovoltaic, they are widely used in many of its different form. How do…

The shifting of the mattress pulls me awake. I rub my eyes, squinting against the bright morning sunlight that streams through the cabin window. Last night’s flavor of the day sits on the edge of my bed, lacing up her sneakers. “Good morning,” she greets me with a sweet smile. “Morning,” I croak back, my voice still raspy from sleeping. “I have to get back to my campsite. My friends and I are leaving in an hour or so,” she says in that quiet voice that everyone uses in the morning. The…

figures and warm hues. The background was dominantly a light brown wall with shades of blue and green mixed in. There were five figures in this painting; the first is a young girl. She was very pail with a shad of folly in her cheeks and light brown eyes. Her hair was a shade of light golden blonde and a braid at the summit gave the deception of her having a headband on top of her head. She had one tiny white Peony in her hair with other light coral, plum, purple and yellow unidentified things…

able to interpret or reproduce the beautiful sound, which only inflated the phoenix’s ego. He was unique, the only phoenix in the world, and it went without saying that he was the most beautiful bird anyone would ever see. When the bright morning light spilled into the vent of the volcano, the phoenix opened his brilliant blue eyes. He stretched his mighty wings and hummed, the sweltering liquid surrounding him suddenly dispersing. His talons tucked themselves into his soft feathers and he…

Darkness all around me is darkness. It feels like I have been floating for forever as if nothing could hold me for too long. There are flashes of colors and light. There's someone holding me. I don't want to leave. I am crying for someone to stay. Who is it? Why is he taking us from her? I hear words in a rough language I feel like I should know what he is saying but whatever it is he says it makes me stop crying. He has honey colored eyes. He looks sad. Why is he sad? Is it because we have to…

created an atmosphere of total solitude. A synchronized electrical hum reverberated through the room. Outside, the call of a bird momentarily shattered the illusion of tranquil silence. A car zoomed past the street. Even though it happened many years ago, the scent of a scorching fire and cold blood still followed me. I was a part of me now and as much as I wanted to let go, I couldn’t. Why does one do it? I paused. A crime was committed. A group of friends and a mother and her son.…

this sense of realism through its simplicity and defined palette. You can see that Vermeer mainly focuses on using tones of red, blue and yellow. Allowing them to play off each other in terms of light and shadow, giving the viewers a unknown sense of the milkmaid. Purity can also be captured through the light washes and textures of the white walls in the back, allowing Vermeer’s palette to dance off of it. This mystery that lies over the milkmaid’s face and body, draws in the crowd, wanting to…