Light bulbs have changed our world…and our work. The days are longer…the nights are for more than sleeping. Reading into the night is possible and probable. Until they burn out.
Zona Taylor
The brown bulb protruded slightly from a loose nest of soil. I didn’t understand why it had worked its way so close to the surface. We hadn’t had a harsh rain in weeks, and I’d planted them all at last 10 cm deep. I touched it gently. There was a small spear of life poking from its side. I gently pressed it a little further into the ground and heaped earth over its pregnant body.
Tegan Bethune
there is a light bulb in my lamp in the bedroom that I love the lighting of….it’s simply the best light for reading, and the most attractive for looking in the mirror and putting on makeup. It is a low energy bulb and it lasts for many years. I think it’s the best bulb money can buy.
patti
Her eyes twitch and I see the bulb in her head go off, as if she has another ‘great’ idea, “What is it now, Sam?”
“Oh… uh… nothing.”
She picks her backpack up and dashes towards the bus stop- head full of thinking.
“Hey Leon? I think the bulb in the garage is out, can you replace it for me?” Tifa asked, polishing cups. “Cloud’s out there, he can give you a hand!”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Leon went to the garage and was attacked by a horny Cloud.
A Rackham
Suddenly, it’s like a lightbulb going off in his head.
“Tifa,” he says suddenly. She turns to look at him with wide eyes. “I love you.”
Tifa smiles and crosses her arms. “About time you figured that out, Cloud.”
He needs to be inspired, he needs to be loved, he needs to be ispi-
And it’s just the constant circle that draws out the monotony of his loneliness. He can’t be inspired without a love, yet love won’t come to those who don’t live.
He can throw his fists rage, and shake with desperation, weep with the patheticness only a broken man can have.
He just needs one, of either, of anything. He can’t live like, not anymore, not like this, not anymore.
This isn’t a cartoon where a little bulb goes on above you’re head. No. All he can do is just sit in his darkness. And hope. And yearn. And fade.
Saskia
is very bright and you have to be very careful when attaching a bulb because you might seriously harm yourself if you get an electric shock. bulb has four letter, two of which are both b. bulb can be an eletrical appliance or a bulb of a flower.
zoey
How many idiots does it take to change a light bulb?
Light bulbs turn me on. ;D
Do you like my BULB-ous penis?
I do.
(:
I can smoke crack out of a light bulb.
Light bulb vaporizer..Starts now
Brittnay
Mom- “The Light Bulb blew last night.”
Son- “So you want me to fix it?”
Mom- “Duhhhh!”
I am reminded of a light bulb, of course, bright and warm. I go to touch it, but it burns me. I then try to lick it, and the surface is suddenly cool to the touch. I swallow it whole, and it burns inside of me, lighting my insides like an jar of fireflies. Its warmth, its light, is all-encompassing.
Andrea Villari
ous of blue plant life running in bulbs, sensuous, full, exploding. lights flipped on and rooms ecstatically lit. no limit to understanding once some light lets in.
Ray
A single lightbulb swaying from a thin wire, illuminating all corners of the closet space. I like to sit in here and think about things. Illuminate the darker corners of my mind.
It was a glimpse of light in a stone cold room
Where everything she loved had been stomped on, discarded and broken
He flicked the switch
And his promises illuminated inside her
A single bulb lighting up her heart.
the dirt infested her fingers, worming its way deep within safe crevices. She was hoping the tulips would cheer him up after she’d gone.
crashingeuphoria
The squirrels like to eat my tulips and then dig up the bulb and eat that as well. They aren/t content to gobble up beauty they have to have the substance as well. Am I so different from those hateful little rodents? Achhh!
light bulb. flickers gently in the night illuminating the messy garage. wire hung loosely in the corner and a pile of old clothes strewn carelessly across the floor. a wardrobe from years past, out of taste and out of style.
As he wandered into the forest, he came upon a river. It was too large to cross, not to mention having quite the visible current in it. Pondering how to get to the other side, he scratched his chin as he always do when thinking about a task not yet done. In the end no idea came, so he just followed the river downstream.
the light went on in her head. one bright shining bulb lighting the way out of darkness that had enveloped her thoughts for all these long years. suddenly it was all so clear. she knew why it had happened, that terrible night in hyannis port. knew why the young man had invited her along
debra
Wow, that’s when the light bulb went off in my head. It was like the little tiny filament was burning bright because I finally realized what I wanted. Rather what I deserved. I didn’t think it would take this long to figure out, but now I knew what it took.
Isabelle
my crossword puzzle, that is the answer to the question in my crossword puzzle! also my light bulb on my dashboard is being annoying….
courtney
What is a bulb? I change lamps. If I were to cal it a bulb I would be ostracized from the lighting community. And then executed.
Bulb as in flowers or light or the end of a nose. One is pretty one is bright one is not so good.
david
The light of my heart! has gone out, it flickers in the night trying to find its light again. But No luck the light of my heart has gone out. who will relight the light of my heart, it flickers right before it dies. The light of my heart has gone out.
Joanna
is the typical notion of an idea – a sudden flash of inspiration, and yet, I think that all of the things we think and feel, all of the spontaneous things we do or the crazy ideas we come out with are the same as the planned and strategised things – because everything we do comes from within, and our whole lives – the one day we ran into the sea in the middle of the winter, what my father said to me at my grandfathers funeral, and my favourite type of man, all lead up to each ‘light bulb moment’.
Georgi
Bulb. Light bulb. A mere piece of glass with energy inside. but a piece of glass couldnt be more amazing. Light bulbs light up the world, create warmth, and draw people towards eachother. When you see a light bulb in a place of darkness, you are instantly drawn by its rays of light and comforting warmth. Light bulbs shine like no other, and our world wouldnt be the same without them.
Sydney Hau
The light bulb flickered. Me and Him sat staring and staring. The light bulb flickered again. The the doors bust open. The sinks and electronics turned on. “Told you it was haunted”, he snickered
Amahdi
the first thing he said was I’m dying, well, that was the first true thing he said, which he didn’t do for 20 years, but it shed light on all our goings on, he went all out, leaving the rest of us, and there were many–he adorned himself with crowds–to pick up the pieces which of course we did, we loved him though mostly he was contemptible
It’s bright in here. And I think I know why. There is a bulb, right over my head, that is blinding me. I want to unscrew it, but it’s been on for a long time so it’ll probably burn my finger tips. I look out the window and see the sun shining through the window so bright that I’m sure if I touch the window, it will burn my finger tips. So either way, I must stay put or I will get burned… by the bulb, or by the sun.
The light it brings a great invention that took years to master, the dedication it took to make a tool that we take for granted not thinking about the work and mind power it took to bring to existence. We should praise great inventors and try invent one great thing, each of us.
She was the brightest thing I’d ever seen, I’d dare to say she rivaled the sun. the way she curves around and around, never in the middle, but always hugging it. She’s so great, and she saves energy too.
I guess I could say I’m in love with my energy saver light bulb.
Mary
Luke and I were changing a bulb in the store. I gave it to him, thinking he had a hold of it. To my surprise, I shortly heard the shatter of glass all over the floor of the store. I wasn’t even working that night. When did helping someone become such a hindrance?
Jon
the light bulb flickered and glinted in front of me. The same way his eyes did. Menacingly patient, and terrifying.
“Tell me.” He began, sliding his slightly dirty finger along the blade of the knife, “Which would you prefer gone; toes or fingers?”
I remained silent, not allowing the horror I felt show on my face. I was about to be tortured to death, slowly and painfully, and despite everything that’s happened, I’m proud as ever. So I don’t let this man see my fear. I clench my jaw and stare him right in the eyes.
“Go to hell.” I say softly, but loud enough for him to hear.
I don’t forget that that is most likely where I’m going too, when this is all over.
***
Shrill screams echo into the night, a gunshot, and silence.
The lightbulb flickered once more before burning out, and the room, along with two corpses, was plunged into darkness.
Tsemsie
The light bulb hangs dimly
in the room with a dreary gray wall
with blood splattered on the ceiling
and smile of a heart behind a shawl.
a light in a room, everyone can see now so you can’t hide. what is there to hide i don’t know but sometimes i just like to hide and i dont understand why i cant. i guess i just let myself be seen by everyone does that mean i’m to open?
Lizzy
The blulb in the projector had died—mid movie and there was a theater of unhappy people about to become ravonous lions complaining about how their flick had shut off. They think this is so easy as flicking a switch. It’s not! One wrong move and this bulb could explode, and I’d not be a happy camper then!
light bulb, well obviously, that’s the first thing that come to mind. Then tulips, but I don’t like tulips so onions. That that I dislike tulips, they’re okay. I’m just not a big flower person. I like onions though. And garlic. Are those from bulbs or did I just make that up? Healthy though. Ugh speaking of health I need to go to the gym. I’m so unmotivated but want to be skinny.
Light bulbs have changed our world…and our work. The days are longer…the nights are for more than sleeping. Reading into the night is possible and probable. Until they burn out.
The brown bulb protruded slightly from a loose nest of soil. I didn’t understand why it had worked its way so close to the surface. We hadn’t had a harsh rain in weeks, and I’d planted them all at last 10 cm deep. I touched it gently. There was a small spear of life poking from its side. I gently pressed it a little further into the ground and heaped earth over its pregnant body.
there is a light bulb in my lamp in the bedroom that I love the lighting of….it’s simply the best light for reading, and the most attractive for looking in the mirror and putting on makeup. It is a low energy bulb and it lasts for many years. I think it’s the best bulb money can buy.
Her eyes twitch and I see the bulb in her head go off, as if she has another ‘great’ idea, “What is it now, Sam?”
“Oh… uh… nothing.”
She picks her backpack up and dashes towards the bus stop- head full of thinking.
“Hey Leon? I think the bulb in the garage is out, can you replace it for me?” Tifa asked, polishing cups. “Cloud’s out there, he can give you a hand!”
“Yeah, I can do that.” Leon went to the garage and was attacked by a horny Cloud.
Suddenly, it’s like a lightbulb going off in his head.
“Tifa,” he says suddenly. She turns to look at him with wide eyes. “I love you.”
Tifa smiles and crosses her arms. “About time you figured that out, Cloud.”
He needs to be inspired, he needs to be loved, he needs to be ispi-
And it’s just the constant circle that draws out the monotony of his loneliness. He can’t be inspired without a love, yet love won’t come to those who don’t live.
He can throw his fists rage, and shake with desperation, weep with the patheticness only a broken man can have.
He just needs one, of either, of anything. He can’t live like, not anymore, not like this, not anymore.
This isn’t a cartoon where a little bulb goes on above you’re head. No. All he can do is just sit in his darkness. And hope. And yearn. And fade.
is very bright and you have to be very careful when attaching a bulb because you might seriously harm yourself if you get an electric shock. bulb has four letter, two of which are both b. bulb can be an eletrical appliance or a bulb of a flower.
How many idiots does it take to change a light bulb?
Light bulbs turn me on. ;D
Do you like my BULB-ous penis?
I do.
(:
I can smoke crack out of a light bulb.
Light bulb vaporizer..Starts now
Mom- “The Light Bulb blew last night.”
Son- “So you want me to fix it?”
Mom- “Duhhhh!”
I am reminded of a light bulb, of course, bright and warm. I go to touch it, but it burns me. I then try to lick it, and the surface is suddenly cool to the touch. I swallow it whole, and it burns inside of me, lighting my insides like an jar of fireflies. Its warmth, its light, is all-encompassing.
ous of blue plant life running in bulbs, sensuous, full, exploding. lights flipped on and rooms ecstatically lit. no limit to understanding once some light lets in.
A single lightbulb swaying from a thin wire, illuminating all corners of the closet space. I like to sit in here and think about things. Illuminate the darker corners of my mind.
the dirt infested her fingers, worming its way deep within safe crevices. She was hoping the tulips would cheer him up after she’d gone.
It was a glimpse of light in a stone cold room
Where everything she loved had been stomped on, discarded and broken
He flicked the switch
And his promises illuminated inside her
A single bulb lighting up her heart.
the dirt infested her fingers, worming its way deep within safe crevices. She was hoping the tulips would cheer him up after she’d gone.
The squirrels like to eat my tulips and then dig up the bulb and eat that as well. They aren/t content to gobble up beauty they have to have the substance as well. Am I so different from those hateful little rodents? Achhh!
light bulb. flickers gently in the night illuminating the messy garage. wire hung loosely in the corner and a pile of old clothes strewn carelessly across the floor. a wardrobe from years past, out of taste and out of style.
As he wandered into the forest, he came upon a river. It was too large to cross, not to mention having quite the visible current in it. Pondering how to get to the other side, he scratched his chin as he always do when thinking about a task not yet done. In the end no idea came, so he just followed the river downstream.
the light went on in her head. one bright shining bulb lighting the way out of darkness that had enveloped her thoughts for all these long years. suddenly it was all so clear. she knew why it had happened, that terrible night in hyannis port. knew why the young man had invited her along
Wow, that’s when the light bulb went off in my head. It was like the little tiny filament was burning bright because I finally realized what I wanted. Rather what I deserved. I didn’t think it would take this long to figure out, but now I knew what it took.
my crossword puzzle, that is the answer to the question in my crossword puzzle! also my light bulb on my dashboard is being annoying….
What is a bulb? I change lamps. If I were to cal it a bulb I would be ostracized from the lighting community. And then executed.
The bulb of a flower curves with grand succulency. A bee ignores its beauty and goes straight for the pollen.
Bulb as in flowers or light or the end of a nose. One is pretty one is bright one is not so good.
The light of my heart! has gone out, it flickers in the night trying to find its light again. But No luck the light of my heart has gone out. who will relight the light of my heart, it flickers right before it dies. The light of my heart has gone out.
is the typical notion of an idea – a sudden flash of inspiration, and yet, I think that all of the things we think and feel, all of the spontaneous things we do or the crazy ideas we come out with are the same as the planned and strategised things – because everything we do comes from within, and our whole lives – the one day we ran into the sea in the middle of the winter, what my father said to me at my grandfathers funeral, and my favourite type of man, all lead up to each ‘light bulb moment’.
Bulb. Light bulb. A mere piece of glass with energy inside. but a piece of glass couldnt be more amazing. Light bulbs light up the world, create warmth, and draw people towards eachother. When you see a light bulb in a place of darkness, you are instantly drawn by its rays of light and comforting warmth. Light bulbs shine like no other, and our world wouldnt be the same without them.
The light bulb flickered. Me and Him sat staring and staring. The light bulb flickered again. The the doors bust open. The sinks and electronics turned on. “Told you it was haunted”, he snickered
the first thing he said was I’m dying, well, that was the first true thing he said, which he didn’t do for 20 years, but it shed light on all our goings on, he went all out, leaving the rest of us, and there were many–he adorned himself with crowds–to pick up the pieces which of course we did, we loved him though mostly he was contemptible
It’s bright in here. And I think I know why. There is a bulb, right over my head, that is blinding me. I want to unscrew it, but it’s been on for a long time so it’ll probably burn my finger tips. I look out the window and see the sun shining through the window so bright that I’m sure if I touch the window, it will burn my finger tips. So either way, I must stay put or I will get burned… by the bulb, or by the sun.
The light it brings a great invention that took years to master, the dedication it took to make a tool that we take for granted not thinking about the work and mind power it took to bring to existence. We should praise great inventors and try invent one great thing, each of us.
She was the brightest thing I’d ever seen, I’d dare to say she rivaled the sun. the way she curves around and around, never in the middle, but always hugging it. She’s so great, and she saves energy too.
I guess I could say I’m in love with my energy saver light bulb.
Luke and I were changing a bulb in the store. I gave it to him, thinking he had a hold of it. To my surprise, I shortly heard the shatter of glass all over the floor of the store. I wasn’t even working that night. When did helping someone become such a hindrance?
the light bulb flickered and glinted in front of me. The same way his eyes did. Menacingly patient, and terrifying.
“Tell me.” He began, sliding his slightly dirty finger along the blade of the knife, “Which would you prefer gone; toes or fingers?”
I remained silent, not allowing the horror I felt show on my face. I was about to be tortured to death, slowly and painfully, and despite everything that’s happened, I’m proud as ever. So I don’t let this man see my fear. I clench my jaw and stare him right in the eyes.
“Go to hell.” I say softly, but loud enough for him to hear.
I don’t forget that that is most likely where I’m going too, when this is all over.
***
Shrill screams echo into the night, a gunshot, and silence.
The lightbulb flickered once more before burning out, and the room, along with two corpses, was plunged into darkness.
The light bulb hangs dimly
in the room with a dreary gray wall
with blood splattered on the ceiling
and smile of a heart behind a shawl.
A light bulb over the head – a sign of a bright idea.
New life thrusting through the snow scattered ground as winter gives way to spring.
Fat, rotund onions spilling out of a barrel on the sidewalk in front of a farm stand.
a light in a room, everyone can see now so you can’t hide. what is there to hide i don’t know but sometimes i just like to hide and i dont understand why i cant. i guess i just let myself be seen by everyone does that mean i’m to open?
The blulb in the projector had died—mid movie and there was a theater of unhappy people about to become ravonous lions complaining about how their flick had shut off. They think this is so easy as flicking a switch. It’s not! One wrong move and this bulb could explode, and I’d not be a happy camper then!
light bulb, well obviously, that’s the first thing that come to mind. Then tulips, but I don’t like tulips so onions. That that I dislike tulips, they’re okay. I’m just not a big flower person. I like onions though. And garlic. Are those from bulbs or did I just make that up? Healthy though. Ugh speaking of health I need to go to the gym. I’m so unmotivated but want to be skinny.