The fluorescent lights flickered in the warehouse. Her hair flung about as she whipped her hair from side to side, looking for the enemy. She snarled as she swooped down below to rid the enemy. The enemy was a hideous monster, known to behead innocent people and suck out their organs. She was an exterminator. She was born to kill these monsters.
flourescent? isnt there any other words here? the ones ive read are all about this one word.. i mean, seriously.. i want a different word i dont like flourescent. :(
Fluorescent lighting in a dressing room makes bathing suit shopping a #FAIL!!!
However, on another tangent, phosphorescent light makes canoeing in Puerto Rico magical…
Each backhanded slap that tapped the hanging fluorescent light fixture sent a dizzying spray of light around the walls of the room which matched the wobble going on in our heroes head. He braced himself for the next punch to his head, again. This is going to be a long night.
The fluorescent bulb crackled and blinked overhead. The room was empty except for a metal table and 2 wooden chairs which had seen better days. The door opened and McCarthy came in carrying a cup of coffee and a muffin. He smirked in my direction, knowing full well I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours.
The fluorescent lights burned overhead, casting shadows on their copulating bodies. Ushio didn’t hold back as he slammed into Yusei hard and fast, making the sounds of their slapping flesh echo in the small room. Yusei bit his lip and pressed his face to the wall, but Ushio could tell by how the young man’s body moved that he wasn’t suffering. The boy was silently begging for more.
Crazy flashing Light
Blinking, blinking, upset
Changing life fakes light,
Disillusionment
Reminds of school, offices, working working
Not real unreal. No windows to see
Out out need to be out
No more flash,
it is light, really bright light make me thing of the future
very synthetic and revealing some sort of hope.. maybe it’s just me, but fluorescent lights are like shine in the horizon of sci-fiction movie.
The fluorescent lights flashed into the dark room, illuminating a bit of the darkness that surrounded the messy-haired girl.
“I can’t find it!” Melissa whispered, fratically feeling her way through the dark ground.
“You’re not supposed to.” A man looked down at the two on the ground, now standing in the large doorway.
There was a large fluorescent light above my head as I entered the room. There were reflections of the fluorescent bulbs from the stained mirrors in every corner of the room. I could only imagine what this room was used for. The fluorescent lighting reminded me of my time in the classroom, with a headache, learning things I never really cared too much about.
The fluorescent light bounced off the dimly sparkling sidewalks, shimmered off a silver bracelet or wristwatch worn by a wealthier person. It was not uncommon to see the lords and ladies strolling through streets in large entourages at this time at night, but to see a solitary man in a large overcoat alone was by all means strange. I have no idea what this has to do with fluorescent but whatever.
Thade’s eyes ached as they tried deperately to adjust to the sad excuse for lighting provided by the fluorescents above them. Thorn, however, had no problems and quickly moved through the entryway and into the kitchen. The darkness was pierced by one scream then – silence.
lights everywhere. I love how they shine and light up the world. they seem so inviting. so welcoming. they make me feel safe. if only there was light all the time.
The fluorescent lights make her look dead, the shadows unnatural and the cast is all wrong. Still she tries to smile and make up for her cardavourness by wearing the redest kind of rouge, setting the green a fire. She looks like Christmas complete with the tree lights.
I really love highlighters for some reason. Throughout all of middle school and highschool all of my notes for all of my classes were color co-ordinated thanks to my highlighters. They added color to everything I had to write about and when I would look back on them to study, things seemed slightly less dreary because there was color on the page and things didn’t seem so bad just for that reason.
The lights hang heavly,
The lights fluorescent.
Looking for my face.
:”I didn’t commit the crime,
I’m not crazy,
I am fine.
I sit here,
Waiting for peace,
My release,
From prison hell.
On earth those do dwell,
Searching for angelic life.
Waiting for peace,
My release .
i love fluorescent parties. like the ones where you wear white clothing and you practically glow in the dark. it’s cool normally and all, but i feel like whenever i’m there the rest of me disappears and my spirit is somehow lifted. without taking drugs. :P
A Fluorescent object is quite a unique type of light. It glows in the dark thanks to incredible technology. We see fluorescent things in objects like alarm clocks, highlighters. They enable us to see in the dark.
Fluorescent lighting makes me look dark. It does not capture my good side. Not that there’s anything wrong with darkness, it can be romantic. But this time it’s heinous. It’s one of the things that reminds me I can be so vain […]
the light beating down. silent. poisonous. unknowingly it creeps through your pores and twists the best parts of you into waste. like men. they suck too. sorry boys.
The fluorescent lights in the sky blinded me and the car swerved badly. Tire screeches and my heart started beating wildly…what the heck was that? Finally the car came to a halt, I got out and lokked up and behind me and couldn’t quite believe my eyes…
The fluorescent light was flickering in the hallway. What a scary place. Why did I have to come here? If only I had decided to stay home and do my homework. It’s all school’s fault. I was too curious about that ticking noise in my back garden so I just had to come see what it was. I won’t ever do it again. What was I thinking?
Lights – fluorescent lights. Hate them. That cold glow they give. I used to work in an office with the lights on all day – apart from that awful hum, a drone that ate into our hearing, there was a light that made us all look as if we had flu.
The fluorescent lights do not capture my good side. They make me look dark. Not that there’s anything wrong with darkness, it can be romantic. But this time it’s heinous.
All my fluorescent dreams were bathed in napalm orange juice, while the Archbishop of Canterbury married a turnip to a cheesecake to the delight of all concerned. The dreams floated on a sea of tomorrow’s ideas, wrapped up in seaweed and turpentine. The fluorescence of the dreams could not be extinguished.
The fluorescent lights flickered in the warehouse. Her hair flung about as she whipped her hair from side to side, looking for the enemy. She snarled as she swooped down below to rid the enemy. The enemy was a hideous monster, known to behead innocent people and suck out their organs. She was an exterminator. She was born to kill these monsters.
flourescent? isnt there any other words here? the ones ive read are all about this one word.. i mean, seriously.. i want a different word i dont like flourescent. :(
Fluorescent lighting in a dressing room makes bathing suit shopping a #FAIL!!!
However, on another tangent, phosphorescent light makes canoeing in Puerto Rico magical…
pop and shine and bright in my eyes, it illuminates the room in a static sense. The dull hum of the light resonates in my ears.
bright. colorful. carefree. full of life and adventure. born to stand out. free. life.
Each backhanded slap that tapped the hanging fluorescent light fixture sent a dizzying spray of light around the walls of the room which matched the wobble going on in our heroes head. He braced himself for the next punch to his head, again. This is going to be a long night.
The fluorescent bulb crackled and blinked overhead. The room was empty except for a metal table and 2 wooden chairs which had seen better days. The door opened and McCarthy came in carrying a cup of coffee and a muffin. He smirked in my direction, knowing full well I hadn’t eaten in over 24 hours.
The fluorescent lights burned overhead, casting shadows on their copulating bodies. Ushio didn’t hold back as he slammed into Yusei hard and fast, making the sounds of their slapping flesh echo in the small room. Yusei bit his lip and pressed his face to the wall, but Ushio could tell by how the young man’s body moved that he wasn’t suffering. The boy was silently begging for more.
Crazy flashing Light
Blinking, blinking, upset
Changing life fakes light,
Disillusionment
Reminds of school, offices, working working
Not real unreal. No windows to see
Out out need to be out
No more flash,
it is light, really bright light make me thing of the future
very synthetic and revealing some sort of hope.. maybe it’s just me, but fluorescent lights are like shine in the horizon of sci-fiction movie.
The fluorescent lights flashed into the dark room, illuminating a bit of the darkness that surrounded the messy-haired girl.
“I can’t find it!” Melissa whispered, fratically feeling her way through the dark ground.
“You’re not supposed to.” A man looked down at the two on the ground, now standing in the large doorway.
There was a large fluorescent light above my head as I entered the room. There were reflections of the fluorescent bulbs from the stained mirrors in every corner of the room. I could only imagine what this room was used for. The fluorescent lighting reminded me of my time in the classroom, with a headache, learning things I never really cared too much about.
The fluorescent light bounced off the dimly sparkling sidewalks, shimmered off a silver bracelet or wristwatch worn by a wealthier person. It was not uncommon to see the lords and ladies strolling through streets in large entourages at this time at night, but to see a solitary man in a large overcoat alone was by all means strange. I have no idea what this has to do with fluorescent but whatever.
He smelled the sweet fluorescent flowers, no longer sure if he was hallucinating.
Thade’s eyes ached as they tried deperately to adjust to the sad excuse for lighting provided by the fluorescents above them. Thorn, however, had no problems and quickly moved through the entryway and into the kitchen. The darkness was pierced by one scream then – silence.
lights everywhere. I love how they shine and light up the world. they seem so inviting. so welcoming. they make me feel safe. if only there was light all the time.
The flouorescent lighting wcast a yellowish glow on ever
bright colours, pink,. green, yellow, orange. partying colours. rave colours. glow sticks. bright lights in the dark.
The fluorescent lights make her look dead, the shadows unnatural and the cast is all wrong. Still she tries to smile and make up for her cardavourness by wearing the redest kind of rouge, setting the green a fire. She looks like Christmas complete with the tree lights.
I really love highlighters for some reason. Throughout all of middle school and highschool all of my notes for all of my classes were color co-ordinated thanks to my highlighters. They added color to everything I had to write about and when I would look back on them to study, things seemed slightly less dreary because there was color on the page and things didn’t seem so bad just for that reason.
The lights hang heavly,
The lights fluorescent.
Looking for my face.
:”I didn’t commit the crime,
I’m not crazy,
I am fine.
I sit here,
Waiting for peace,
My release,
From prison hell.
On earth those do dwell,
Searching for angelic life.
Waiting for peace,
My release .
i love fluorescent parties. like the ones where you wear white clothing and you practically glow in the dark. it’s cool normally and all, but i feel like whenever i’m there the rest of me disappears and my spirit is somehow lifted. without taking drugs. :P
The fluorescent street colours danced on the wet streets of the night. We were alive as the world watched us kiss.
a bright coler that is like the sun but yet im not flursent i am as dark as the heartless cold of the night.
hmmm fluorescent idk ; p
click as the fly hits the bulb
fizz of the light
it flickers and cracks
the world is painted strange shades
Most people in the U.S.A. use fluorescent light bulbs. Because it saves power and they last longer. They may cost more but its worth it.
Fluorescent means bright. Someone had a fluorescent shirt.
I think it means that it is a beatiful scent
She had fluorescent pink and green braces. She stood out from the rest of the group with them because of how bright they are.
Many people like fluorescent lights because they last longer and they are less harmful to the environment.
A Fluorescent object is quite a unique type of light. It glows in the dark thanks to incredible technology. We see fluorescent things in objects like alarm clocks, highlighters. They enable us to see in the dark.
Fluorescent lighting makes me look dark. It does not capture my good side. Not that there’s anything wrong with darkness, it can be romantic. But this time it’s heinous. It’s one of the things that reminds me I can be so vain […]
the light beating down. silent. poisonous. unknowingly it creeps through your pores and twists the best parts of you into waste. like men. they suck too. sorry boys.
the moon was fluorescent, as the sky, as all the world tha was surrounding me.
The fluorescent lights in the sky blinded me and the car swerved badly. Tire screeches and my heart started beating wildly…what the heck was that? Finally the car came to a halt, I got out and lokked up and behind me and couldn’t quite believe my eyes…
The fluorescent light was flickering in the hallway. What a scary place. Why did I have to come here? If only I had decided to stay home and do my homework. It’s all school’s fault. I was too curious about that ticking noise in my back garden so I just had to come see what it was. I won’t ever do it again. What was I thinking?
Lights – fluorescent lights. Hate them. That cold glow they give. I used to work in an office with the lights on all day – apart from that awful hum, a drone that ate into our hearing, there was a light that made us all look as if we had flu.
The fluorescent lights do not capture my good side. They make me look dark. Not that there’s anything wrong with darkness, it can be romantic. But this time it’s heinous.
All my fluorescent dreams were bathed in napalm orange juice, while the Archbishop of Canterbury married a turnip to a cheesecake to the delight of all concerned. The dreams floated on a sea of tomorrow’s ideas, wrapped up in seaweed and turpentine. The fluorescence of the dreams could not be extinguished.