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Lights Can Be Dimmed

December 24, 2011
By SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous


It is because of light we see. Our eyes are drawn to it like a magnet, through sheer force. In a human eye, light is beautiful. In our eyes it is the one flawless thing of nature that we cannot despise not matter how hard we try. In a way it is a lot like love. It all started with a magnetizing force drawing you into another person, making you whole and happy. Then in the end no matter how hard you try you cannot hate that person no matter how badly you fight, or even if you try to hate them.


I hate both.


“Sophie! Sophie where are you going!?” he called after the me, the one I once knew as my own. He was my light and I was his. That particular night was Christmas eve. There was not a cloud in sight that night. The stars were shining brilliantly, all little immaculate lights dancing in the sky and the moon was the biggest, brightest light of them all.

He was chasing me down the road I lived on. It was a small street with only a few houses on it, but it was grand. Every person who lived on it was in and of themselves a light, and glowing with Christmas spirit. They each decorated their yards with millions out of hundreds of strands of Christmas lights. The lights lined their houses, fences, trees, and yard with its beautiful impertinency.

I had wanted to show him one house. There’s one certain house that I had to get a good look at every year on Christmas Eve because it always put me in the Christmas spirit. This year instead of going alone to see it, I had to show him. We shared everything now, and he needed to see this one important piece in my life. I stopped in the middle of the road, staring at its once beautiful simplicity.

“Sophie, what’s so important out here on tonight of all nights that you needed to show me? Come on, let’s go back inside. It’s cold, and I think it’s going to start snowing any minute.” He said, his words ringing in my ears as if he were right there next to me, repeating them as I thought about them.

“Look.” I whispered, pointing into the yard. The yard itself was completely dark and tree covered. The house was off to the right, and you could see all the way to the back of it where the brush divided the property line into the next yard. Right against that brush was a lone, small, insignificant Christmas tree. It stood alone against the night, proud and unafraid to face it. Its light shined bright around itself, casting shadows into the trees around it. The trees themselves became part of the scene perfectly, as if bending in dimension, so that your eyes would wander to the tree. The tree was the standing centerpiece to the yard, the neighborhood and most importantly to me.

“I know, I shouldn’t reminisce about such things,” I remember saying, as clear as day. “But it’s just that, sometimes I feel so small in a world so big, just like that . . .”

The next moment happened so fast, in my memories it all was a blur. I was thrown to the side by something or someone powerful. My *ss hit the curb with a large smack. Then it happened, the un-thinkable. A driver came barreling up the road behind me, while I stupidly admired such insignificant little lights. I didn’t notice, but Noah did. At the last second he saved me, pushing me out of the way of the driver, who was clearly intoxicated, and taking the hit himself. All I remember is the flash of the headlights, and the Noah’s final cry of pain as his body was mangled under those wrenched tires.

From that moment on I realized there was no one at the other end of my magnet, no one like Noah anyway. There were others, but none like Noah. Love taunts me in that way, sticking its nasty tongue in my direction and flaunting the things I don’t have. Now every time I think of lights, I don’t think of the bright and beautiful lights of the stars, or the little Christmas tree, I think of the blinding headlights of that driver. I think that in a single instant, he look my boy, my light, my Noah away from me and no matter how hard I want him, or try to find him again I never will. For that, I hate lights, especially Christmas lights. That was the instant I realized lights can be dimmed.


The author's comments:
Since it's around the holidays I came up with this little story on the fly one night and figured it would be a fun thing to post. :)

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on Feb. 3 2012 at 7:57 pm
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Thanks! :)

LaceeJade GOLD said...
on Feb. 2 2012 at 6:57 pm
LaceeJade GOLD, Bucyrus, Ohio
17 articles 4 photos 136 comments

Favorite Quote:
&hearts; I&#039;ve made mistakes in my life. i&#039;ve let people take advantage of me, and i accepted way less than i deserve. But, i&#039;ve learned from my bad choices, and even though there are some things i can never get back and people who will never be sorry. i&#039;ll know better next time and i wont settle for anything less than i deserve. &hearts;

Wow, this is amazing. I didn't see that coming. This is very good. Keep writing.

on Jan. 21 2012 at 8:03 pm
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Lol okay! :D

on Jan. 21 2012 at 6:12 pm
ElizabethWaldie PLATINUM, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
31 articles 3 photos 78 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.&quot; ~Edgar Allan Poe

I know! I can't decide which one I like better, I mean, Elizabeth Waldie can help people find my self-published stuff, but I guess they could just ask me if they really wanted to...so MusicGuru it it!

on Jan. 21 2012 at 12:50 pm
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Thank you ElizabethWaldie, or should I say the musicguru! :D

on Jan. 21 2012 at 11:29 am
ElizabethWaldie PLATINUM, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
31 articles 3 photos 78 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.&quot; ~Edgar Allan Poe

Hi there, CautionwetPain! :) I love this! It's very well-written, and, albeit sad, quite enjoyable. I think the concept is something that hasn't really been looked upon before, and I commend you for that. Nicely done.

on Jan. 6 2012 at 2:04 pm
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Thanks so much! :)

blmsmile said...
on Jan. 6 2012 at 11:43 am
I like how much description was used to set the scene and bring the images to life. The story was well written and I really like how you wrapped it up at the end without it ending too early.

on Dec. 31 2011 at 11:51 am
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Lol ikr! Like my first few poems are so bad, because thats when I first started writing. They had no heart and they were mindless

on Dec. 31 2011 at 11:50 am
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Thanks you :) (darn teenink for not just letting me say thanks)

on Dec. 31 2011 at 7:25 am
Eshshah PLATINUM, Galloway, New Jersey
32 articles 31 photos 239 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.&quot; -Robert Frost

this is written very well, it's such a sad story- for christmas- but very pretty, the title is perfect- and the picture is too.

on Dec. 29 2011 at 8:25 pm
tweetiebruce PLATINUM, Sydney, Other
24 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is like music - You can make mistakes so you try again. But when the piece can&#039;t be helped you try again another time.

Yeah, it is a great idea, and i can't write very well, but when i try i get told by others not to tell it but show it. :) Yeah, some poems i write i often read back and think oops....

on Dec. 29 2011 at 2:59 pm
SpringAhead GOLD, Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
12 articles 0 photos 99 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Don&#039;t call me crazy, it drives me nuts!&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ~Anonymous

Blu, Thanks so much! That means alot! :) tweetie, when I wrote this story I imagined Sophie telling it, or rather explaining her dislike of lights to her grandchildren or children years later or something. But I can totally see where your coming from! I try to avoid that if I can help it, sometimes I write mindlessly. you know? XD

BluBliss GOLD said...
on Dec. 29 2011 at 7:21 am
BluBliss GOLD, New York, New York
14 articles 0 photos 161 comments

Favorite Quote:
Bella&#039;s love for Edward was like, &quot;Omg. He&#039;s hot. He&#039;s mine because he sparkles. Now I&#039;ll brood the wholle book while I&#039;m with him.&quot;

...and it was awesome. You're description was great. I found myself wanting to be able to write like you do. Great job.

on Dec. 29 2011 at 4:26 am
tweetiebruce PLATINUM, Sydney, Other
24 articles 0 photos 29 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is like music - You can make mistakes so you try again. But when the piece can&#039;t be helped you try again another time.

Its good, but you are kinda telling the story rather than showing it...