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August 6th, 2011 | 313 Entries

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  1. It glows.
    its shiny
    people use it in their everyday lives
    it uses electricity. it is very useful we can study underneath it. bulbs are in the room and toilet too. they help us a lot. they are in many colors

    By Mahnoor URL on 08.06.2011

  2. The light bulb was dim, creating only light that allowed me to see a small diameter around me. The light covered me like a force field. Beyond it was darkness where nothing could be depicted. I couldn’t help but wonder what really was beyond this light. Was it just darkness, or a creature the was lurking. Stalking. Staring and watching me with beady eyes that made me more intimidated than I already was.

    By Ellie URL on 08.06.2011

  3. Ding!

    By More Everything URL on 08.06.2011

  4. who is it i dont know lol

    By dsfdf on 08.06.2011

  5. There is a light bulb in the light fixture next to this table, that is sitting on the top of my bookcase. The bookcase has many differnent books that I enjoy very much. One of my favorites is harry potter. it’s about the best book that I have ever read. I love harry and his friends so much, although some of my favorite characters are dumbldore, lupin, sirius and tonks.

    By Rachel on 08.06.2011

  6. the light bulb shown high over Thomas’ head. it made him sweat. he wanted to talk, but he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. no matter what. the man in the suit slapped him again. “Speak, bitch! Speak! Tell me what we need to know, and then maybe ill think about not killing you.” but Thomas stayed silent.

    By Arica URL on 08.06.2011

  7. Light bulb.
    When you get an idea, an imaginary light bulb is on top of your head, floating. Ideas that can lead to such creative imaginations, or amazing work. Something, that can change this world.

    By Michelle URL on 08.06.2011

  8. She is old, and she is withered, and she is beautiful.

    Hands in the dirt, planting a bulb that will sprout when spring comes, daffodils to grow and die and return every spring, as a phoenix rises from the ashes.

    She will be dead before it sprouts, but they’ll scatter her ashes here.

    By Theresa URL on 08.06.2011

  9. a bright light shines from the top of the room. it illuminates everything in the darkness beneath it. one small ball of fire can bring light into the darkest of situations.

    By Delaney on 08.06.2011

  10. Katie picks the last bulb out of the box.

    She carries it up the stairs into her bedroom. Reaching up, she stands atop the ladder trying to screw in the light.

    She falls.

    CRASH.

    Katie hits the floor. The light goes out.

    By Swarley on 08.06.2011

  11. the bulb in the garden covered by all that dirt surrounded by flowers but hindered by all the weight around it struggling to breath struggling to live struggling to thrive to grow to be i am the bulb in the garden don’t underestimate my abilities

    By C. Ritchie URL on 08.06.2011

  12. Flowers are so pretty, even before they bloom, because even before you know what they are or what exactly they’re going to be, you know that they’re going to be bright and full of life. Don’t underestimate bulbs.

    By Cat on 08.06.2011

  13. The bulb was frail, cracking, dry. She cupped her hands around it gently and called for James. He skittered into the kitchen with a freshly prepared pot, all wet, dark soil and a smattering of stones, a snail to keep the new plant company once its shoots started to reach for the sunlight.

    Who knew what it was going to grow into.

    Just something beautiful.

    That much she knew.

    By Nagi URL on 08.06.2011

  14. its a light t

    By angie URL on 08.06.2011

  15. bulb. bub. bubble. tipple temple flower.
    bursting into space-existence. pink. stymen, or is it styple? semen like eggs
    implanting into the ground’s soft soil

    By Jessica Weaver on 08.06.2011

  16. light bulbs are the weirdest things if you think about them, cause like you turn a light on and the electricity magno field mijiggy makes it light up and gives up light so we can do stuff like read adn right and see and like thats just to cool!

    By SOT on 08.06.2011

  17. The plant bulb was crumbly in her hand. She had waited too long to plant it; postponed a necessary evil to take care of her sick mother-in-law and was now too late. It was this realization that turned her to tears. Maybe it was the death of Angela finally catching up with her, or maybe it was the fact that all of it was coming to fruition at once – losing her garden, losing Angela, slowly losing Sam. No matter, she sat in the dirt, tears making mud of the fertilizer on her jeans.

    By Melissa on 08.06.2011

  18. The bulb shone brightly on the back porch. The small illuminated orb attracted all varieties of moths and flies, yet no one paid any mind to the nightly intruders as they fluttered about. The bulb attracted them and who could not be attracted to that pure white light?

    By Rachel URL on 08.06.2011

  19. The bulb seemed to crumble in her hand. She’d waited too long to plant it; it was dead. She’d spent her last few months caring for her mother-in-law, but with her now gone, there was nothing to do but work in the garden.

    By Melissa URL on 08.06.2011

  20. Bulbous bulbs popping through the garden. Tulips, mostly. I do believe that they are from the Netherlands, or somewhere of that origin. I once read a book about a man who was a tulip farmer and made a lot of money. It was about Cinderella from the view of the “evil” step sisters. It was seriously a great book. I would recommend it to anyone in a heartbeat. He also wrote Wicked, that author. Seriously fantastic.

    By Erika on 08.06.2011

  21. The plant bulb was crumbly in her hand. She had waited too long to plant it; postponed a necessary evil to take care of her sick mother-in-law and was now too late. It was this realization that turned her to tears. Maybe it was the death of Angela finally catching up with her, or maybe it was the fact that all of it was coming to fruition at once – losing her garden, losing Angela, slowly losing Sam. No matter, she sat in the dirt, tears making mud of the fertilizer on her jeans.

    By Melissa URL on 08.06.2011

  22. Oh the security they find in those tiny little night-light bulbs seems so silly to me, but if that’s what it takes for me to get to sleep, they shall have them.

    By B. Green URL on 08.06.2011

  23. he looked up. a flickering light bulb was the only thing above him. the white washed walls blended together into one blur of white. it was like there wasn’t an end to this room. white, white, white. he blinked and finally everything made sense. he wasn’t alone anymore, not in the slightest.

    By cam URL on 08.06.2011

  24. Blub, blub, blub

    The water in the tub gurgled down the drain, taking with it all my sadness and upsets.

    I love a nice, hot bubble bath. It washes away all my cares.

    By Jacque on 08.06.2011

  25. A bright sphere floating in the top of my vision. My eyes blur in the light, as a stare around me at a concrete ceiling and dirty walls. I try to move and realize I cannot. Where am I? I look blearily around and my eyes flit back to the only recognizable shape in the room: the bright white light bulb. I take comfort int he light when all else seems to be confusion.

    By Kayla URL on 08.06.2011

  26. A bright sphere floating in the top of my vision. My eyes blur in the light, as a stare around me at a concrete ceiling and dirty walls. I try to move and realize I cannot. Where am I? I look blearily around and my eyes flit back to the only recognizable shape in the room: the bright white light bulb. I take comfort in the light when all else seems to be confusion.

    By SiriuslyRemus34 URL on 08.06.2011

  27. she hugs her teddy to her chest. fingers, tiny and dimpled, grip the plush fabric until the knuckles turn white.
    something is watching her.
    through the dark she can feel rather than see the eyes leering from the bedside. It whispers pretty things in a voice slurred by serrated teeth. twisted talons reach for her.
    she screams.
    her mother is at the door in an instant, fumbling with the switch on the wall.
    the room is flooded with a blinding light.
    It is gone.

    By gina URL on 08.06.2011

  28. Immediately, the light bulb turned on. It was as if I flipped a switch to his mind. He finally understood that I cannot and will not wait for him forever. I watched that light bulb light up, but I also watched as it burned out.

    By xstal URL on 08.06.2011

  29. A bulb. A flower. The start. Something small that will soon be full of life. Lights. A little piece of glass with wire coiled through it. Meant to make everything a little clearer.

    By Laura on 08.06.2011

  30. I think of a light bulb. It is yellow, white, translucent.
    It is the only thing that brings light into my bedroom.
    Other than my window.
    Then I think of tulips, for they are grown from bulbs.
    And I think of the nose of Squidward Tentacles, because it is quite bulbous.
    Yes.

    By CCMalfoy on 08.06.2011

  31. The flowers sit on the kitchen counter in a shriveled heap. I was supposed to go and plant the bulbs out back yesterday, but things weren’t exactly normal. Mother had to be taken to the hospital after her heart attack, and some things just aren’t meant to be finished.

    By Archie URL on 08.06.2011

  32. sitting in the ground
    lurking under soil
    potential life
    hiding in the dark
    waiting for spring

    By rorourke URL on 08.06.2011

  33. It was almost like a lightbulb went off and lighted my brain. I had been cheated, I had been betrayed. My loyalty, my love, totally misplaced. And now it was up to me to decide what to make of it.

    By Anton URL on 08.06.2011

  34. The light is so dim on the porch. I can barely see the fly buzzing around it as I take a drag of my cigarette. There’s something relaxing about the night air pressing against my bare skin and the faint warmth of the wad at my fingertips. Sometimes you just have to take pleasure in life’s simplest of pleasures.

    By SArch URL on 08.06.2011

  35. A tulip flowered in the side yard – red with edges of yellow. It reminded her of happy childhood mornings and Mother’s Day – of the simplicity of drawing a card for her mom and saying I love you.

    By Valerahahaha URL on 08.06.2011

  36. The light bulb flickered consistently. I was scared. Nothing ever seemed so quiet. The sound of my breathing echoed through the room. I looked around and tried to grasp what I could barely see, all the portraits, paintings, and drawings were splattered with blood.

    By Anya URL on 08.06.2011

  37. flowers – growth new, a birth of something beautiful, prehensile, knowledge of beauty that will come to pass: does that make it beautiful itself, in it’s own right? Not asthetically perhaps, but more fundamentally. Or is this pretentious – who can judge. One of the many things that we don’t notice, or that is taken for granted unless asked, like this, to think about: yet it epitomises so much: naissence and can bring so much to the senses, sight, smell, taste and that’s not to mention the eco system and environmental merit/necessity.

    The other, less exciting meaning is still evocative of science, misappropriated claims, brightness, of course and historical progress.

    I wouldn’t have thought a simple word could lead to so many thoughts so quickly.

    By anonkit on 08.06.2011

  38. bulbs of garlic are delicious. there is something so comforting about garlic. it makes me feel more stable. it smells like home.

    garlic. little bulbs of hope. i want to write a sonnet for garlic. i feel bulbous for some reason.

    bulbasaur is a weird pokemon. i miss pokemon. a lot. on the bus, trading cards.

    By chilimango URL on 08.06.2011

  39. flicker.
    lights on,
    lights off,
    the light bulb is spastic again.
    it reflects my emotions,
    happy is on,
    want to lose everything and shut down is off.
    shit,
    it’s off again.
    no more life.

    By KeyFang on 08.06.2011

  40. love
    armony
    happines
    alex
    dont
    let
    me go
    i love you
    love
    sadnes
    madness
    heart
    fuck you
    fuck me
    forever
    hate
    love
    fuck

    broken
    sadness
    fat
    im fat
    fat
    sadness
    love
    me
    hipster
    hyper
    happy
    pig
    cow

    By Regina on 08.06.2011