Poem #91: The Way
The bright street lamp on the corner of harrison was where i was supposed to take a left, correct? or was it a right?
Poem #81: Lights
lamps glowing in the frosty air, i notice other little clouds of breath with no mouths to produce them i walk to school, and no one is there so i walk home, and no one is there either i go online, and no one is online i wonder where everyone
Picking Up and Dropping Off
It looked like a wolf in the orange blur of the street lamps, standing on bipedal legs with thick, snowy white fur covering its whole body.
Sister Struggle Part Two
Scylla had moved into range on the road and behind her was nothing but crushed cars, big craters in apartment buildings, tossed over cars, and knocked over street lamps.
A Stranger in Suburbia (An Interactive Story) - Prologue (9)
It washes over the street, held only at bay by a smattering of street lamps. what little you can see consists of multiple identical building blocks. the streets are empty. you feel a little cold.
Silver Stream Memory 29
I looked at the sky and took the night air in and the lights along the shore of street lamps. i sat down in the air over the water surface and meditated a moment. "oh..."
Their Echoes
It was quite similar inside the room , but instead of street lamps, all that illuminated the feline was the glowing monitor. every second, another line of code was either added, corrected or deleted as minutes ticked by into hours.
Here Kitty Kitty
He stopped at another intersection under a street lamp and tried to find a familiar shop or a street name. instead he saw a small card hanging under the street lamp.
Born Bad - Part 6
Only half the street lamps were even shining that night as it was a very rotten part of town, and no one really cared if the residents in the area had working lights or not.
Our Upstairs Neighbors
The lights in the apartment were off, but the orange haze of the street lamps beamed through the windows, providing enough light to see.
Doggie Do's and Doggie Dont's. Chapter Four.
The rain had begun to turn to slosh and although it was even colder, and wetter to the touch, in the view of the street lamps it looked almost poetic.
The Runt, Part 16.
I lock the doors and wearily head towards my truck, the alleyway that leads to the parking area is in total darkness, the bulbs in the street lamps down this alleyway very rarely get checked.