everyone loves the spotlight, but what is it really that everyone likes about the spotlight? is it the attention, the glitz, the glamor? does this mean that most people are actually deprive of attention?really what’s it all about?
dino-sama
famous stage singer
centre of attention
jennie
she pressed her eyes closed, the spotlight blinding her, she attempted to turn her head away from the intimidating brightness…. her shoulders ached from being bound, her head pounded, her mouth was dry, they had been questioning her for hours, she had nothing to tell them…. she no longer cared how it ended….
jade
She stands in the spotlight. They laugh at her and her sister right beside. It wasn’t their fault they were connected, and they were still human. They were the only true humans, as those watching and moking them were monsters.
ThisBountifulBriar
There is a bright ray coming towards me. I didnt do it. I hide behind an alleyway until I think it’s safe. I run as quickly as my body allows. BAM. It caught me.
Adam Gillikin
there was a time i dreamed of being in the spotlight. i realized in time however that this world is shit, everyone is cut throat, and most dreams dont ever really come true.
alex
Theatre
Jon H
glory, shine on me!
your beam of beauty
unravels me-
break me into the
purest form &
love, wash over,
free me from harm
& i’ll disarm
myself, for the future
is so much brighter
when the spotlight shines.
doc
To stand in the spotlight for one more day. To feel the warmth of the bulb and the sighing of the crowds as my recitation comes to an end. Yet there are no more one more days of the spotlight. Youth has lived up to it’s reputation as being fleeting.
Chuck
glitter growing faint as the night laugh fades.
spinning down the old hallways, light spots become have-not stains upon an old dust album frame.
mikedied
Spotlight takes flight amongst the frivolous and trite.
Luke Axelson
Spotlight takes flight amongst through frivolous and trite
Luke Axelson
The curtain rises, and he’s blinded by the light. He wishes he could raise a hand to block the glare, or maybe just squint. But not, he stares smiling into the bright abyss, completely ignorant of the audience. In a sense, it’s somewhat zen. What you don’t see, you can’t fear.
Anonymous
spotlight on actors. Theatres. Treading the boards. Episodes of Eastenders. Roxy shagging the doctor, I would. Although Chelsea fancies him too. Denise is marrying her murderous ex-husband. She has two husbands in the square. Ex-husbands, anyway although I’m not sure if she was married to Owen. How come I know so much about Eastenders? I thought I’d give it up.
Cathy
i love being in the spot;light well at least i used to but niw not so much
i
the light that glares so brightly and everyone can help but notices you.
you might or might not like it.
Buttons
i love it on me all the time. people agree, it loves me. i am so high and a spotlight would make me bad-trip right now- tres paranoid.
inge
spotlight in the cave is that daylight? is it knowledge and clarity of the forms? spotlight sunlight bathes my eyes, bathes my mind. Now I see sunspots.
Adam Loper
on me that’s how I don’t like it and like it at the same time. Isn’t that how it goes. Not sure how this site works, but would like to know how and is why I’m writing this out. Carl would probably like this site. It reminds me of his WWF idea.
maryam
what the fuck is this?
ray
The damn spotlight accentuated every pancake encrusted wrinkle.
www.fictionlimbo.com
ummm i think of jail and inmates, how its always a spotlight that shines on them and makes them get caught. they always gave the gaurd dogs after that.
adam
being in the spotlight is just so fantastic. there’s nowhere anyone would rather be. at the right time and in the right company of course…
jaime
is on me, you’re amazing, i love you, but you make it hard on me, why do you have t o chosse, when all you ned to do is think with you heart not brain and if that leads you to her, im sad, i don twant that but thats it i guess……
ill miss you, for awhile
ellen
i never really like having the spotlight on me. it was nice when one person noticed me one special person named jackie. i felt special and pretty. but when a lot of people notice me i feel self conscious and try to hide myself.
zaida
Its a dot, a life, a focus, and a follow the bouncing ball lifestyle: all shook up! My my
it’s hot under this beam, and and I know my sequins catch it and throw it to you, my friend.
George
the spotlight was glowing, large and obtrusive through the open window on that cold sunny night. There her reflection shown against the far wall and the smoke from her cigarettes was a whisper in the light.
Gabrielle
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Anonymous
The spotligt is on me.
It is my time now.
All along for this moment
I was waiting for.
To take the stage
To go ahead.
Nothing to stop me.
Taking the plunge now.
Sowmeow
“Aim it down here.” I called from the stage. Jack always did have a hard time being a spot operator. The spotlight seemed to be the one lighting instrument that none of the students could handle. I laughed. A for effort.
Heather M. Crocker
Oh I wish I could be in the spotlight. Hopefully for reasons of fortune. I need some money mann. If you only knew how hungry I am right now. Sooo hungry. Got $6… Damn the spotlight!!!
Gabby
i have no idea what it is, but the word appears to be with spot and light. Spot attracts attention. And light sparks. So
KAP
Its not always about being in the spotlight, often the people who give the most go unnoticed. Some people long to live in the spotlight but I long to simply be a vessel who lives and breathes love. I want my love to be the spotlight. I want love to shine out of me and surround me. I want my love to spotlight everyone.
Alison Franklin
the spotlight is always on someone.
but it’s never the person who deserves it.
by the time it’s on them, they’re too arrogant to appreciate it.
I suppose that nothing can be appreciated.
because by the time anything is in the spotlight, it’s been spoiled.
Max
She danced an elegant dance, gliding across the old wooden stage of the theatre. The spotlight followed her every move. As she twirled and leaped faster the spotlight chased after her always finding her somehow. The people aplauded when she was bowed and the spotlight finally gave way.
Abigail
i have nothing to say about spotlight. I dont like to be in the spotlight I get nervous and scared of being judged by everyone. last week I had to be in the spotlight in front of a lot of my school, i was nervous and tripped up my words. I hated it
Bean
my whole life i have chased the spotlight. I have dreamed of eventually seeing my name in lights and having everyone know my name. I have dreamed of getting up on a stage and hearing people scream my name…too bad it’s all just a dream.
maladrid
how we need for you spot light. today is anotherday far away for you. and the people under you are the only people any one talks about
adam
She closed her eyes, and slowly smiled, the beauty and joy in that sweet simple stretching of the lips almost painful to look at. And when she was asked to describe what she saw, she only kept smiling, and they realized she was crying.
When she opened her eyes, she merely whispered, “My dance stage.”
MvM
i want to be in the spotlight. i want to be famous. to have everyone’s eyes on me. that’s why i act. i’m still not sure if i’m a decent actress or not though. glow of the spotlight.. take me away to a much greater place.. it’s true.. believe in it.. believe in me.
everyone loves the spotlight, but what is it really that everyone likes about the spotlight? is it the attention, the glitz, the glamor? does this mean that most people are actually deprive of attention?really what’s it all about?
famous stage singer
centre of attention
she pressed her eyes closed, the spotlight blinding her, she attempted to turn her head away from the intimidating brightness…. her shoulders ached from being bound, her head pounded, her mouth was dry, they had been questioning her for hours, she had nothing to tell them…. she no longer cared how it ended….
She stands in the spotlight. They laugh at her and her sister right beside. It wasn’t their fault they were connected, and they were still human. They were the only true humans, as those watching and moking them were monsters.
There is a bright ray coming towards me. I didnt do it. I hide behind an alleyway until I think it’s safe. I run as quickly as my body allows. BAM. It caught me.
there was a time i dreamed of being in the spotlight. i realized in time however that this world is shit, everyone is cut throat, and most dreams dont ever really come true.
Theatre
glory, shine on me!
your beam of beauty
unravels me-
break me into the
purest form &
love, wash over,
free me from harm
& i’ll disarm
myself, for the future
is so much brighter
when the spotlight shines.
To stand in the spotlight for one more day. To feel the warmth of the bulb and the sighing of the crowds as my recitation comes to an end. Yet there are no more one more days of the spotlight. Youth has lived up to it’s reputation as being fleeting.
glitter growing faint as the night laugh fades.
spinning down the old hallways, light spots become have-not stains upon an old dust album frame.
Spotlight takes flight amongst the frivolous and trite.
Spotlight takes flight amongst through frivolous and trite
The curtain rises, and he’s blinded by the light. He wishes he could raise a hand to block the glare, or maybe just squint. But not, he stares smiling into the bright abyss, completely ignorant of the audience. In a sense, it’s somewhat zen. What you don’t see, you can’t fear.
spotlight on actors. Theatres. Treading the boards. Episodes of Eastenders. Roxy shagging the doctor, I would. Although Chelsea fancies him too. Denise is marrying her murderous ex-husband. She has two husbands in the square. Ex-husbands, anyway although I’m not sure if she was married to Owen. How come I know so much about Eastenders? I thought I’d give it up.
i love being in the spot;light well at least i used to but niw not so much
the light that glares so brightly and everyone can help but notices you.
you might or might not like it.
i love it on me all the time. people agree, it loves me. i am so high and a spotlight would make me bad-trip right now- tres paranoid.
spotlight in the cave is that daylight? is it knowledge and clarity of the forms? spotlight sunlight bathes my eyes, bathes my mind. Now I see sunspots.
on me that’s how I don’t like it and like it at the same time. Isn’t that how it goes. Not sure how this site works, but would like to know how and is why I’m writing this out. Carl would probably like this site. It reminds me of his WWF idea.
what the fuck is this?
The damn spotlight accentuated every pancake encrusted wrinkle.
ummm i think of jail and inmates, how its always a spotlight that shines on them and makes them get caught. they always gave the gaurd dogs after that.
being in the spotlight is just so fantastic. there’s nowhere anyone would rather be. at the right time and in the right company of course…
is on me, you’re amazing, i love you, but you make it hard on me, why do you have t o chosse, when all you ned to do is think with you heart not brain and if that leads you to her, im sad, i don twant that but thats it i guess……
ill miss you, for awhile
i never really like having the spotlight on me. it was nice when one person noticed me one special person named jackie. i felt special and pretty. but when a lot of people notice me i feel self conscious and try to hide myself.
Its a dot, a life, a focus, and a follow the bouncing ball lifestyle: all shook up! My my
it’s hot under this beam, and and I know my sequins catch it and throw it to you, my friend.
the spotlight was glowing, large and obtrusive through the open window on that cold sunny night. There her reflection shown against the far wall and the smoke from her cigarettes was a whisper in the light.
gaga traffic fame batman hollywood dace sing perform on stage flashlight
The spotligt is on me.
It is my time now.
All along for this moment
I was waiting for.
To take the stage
To go ahead.
Nothing to stop me.
Taking the plunge now.
“Aim it down here.” I called from the stage. Jack always did have a hard time being a spot operator. The spotlight seemed to be the one lighting instrument that none of the students could handle. I laughed. A for effort.
Oh I wish I could be in the spotlight. Hopefully for reasons of fortune. I need some money mann. If you only knew how hungry I am right now. Sooo hungry. Got $6… Damn the spotlight!!!
i have no idea what it is, but the word appears to be with spot and light. Spot attracts attention. And light sparks. So
Its not always about being in the spotlight, often the people who give the most go unnoticed. Some people long to live in the spotlight but I long to simply be a vessel who lives and breathes love. I want my love to be the spotlight. I want love to shine out of me and surround me. I want my love to spotlight everyone.
the spotlight is always on someone.
but it’s never the person who deserves it.
by the time it’s on them, they’re too arrogant to appreciate it.
I suppose that nothing can be appreciated.
because by the time anything is in the spotlight, it’s been spoiled.
She danced an elegant dance, gliding across the old wooden stage of the theatre. The spotlight followed her every move. As she twirled and leaped faster the spotlight chased after her always finding her somehow. The people aplauded when she was bowed and the spotlight finally gave way.
i have nothing to say about spotlight. I dont like to be in the spotlight I get nervous and scared of being judged by everyone. last week I had to be in the spotlight in front of a lot of my school, i was nervous and tripped up my words. I hated it
my whole life i have chased the spotlight. I have dreamed of eventually seeing my name in lights and having everyone know my name. I have dreamed of getting up on a stage and hearing people scream my name…too bad it’s all just a dream.
how we need for you spot light. today is anotherday far away for you. and the people under you are the only people any one talks about
She closed her eyes, and slowly smiled, the beauty and joy in that sweet simple stretching of the lips almost painful to look at. And when she was asked to describe what she saw, she only kept smiling, and they realized she was crying.
When she opened her eyes, she merely whispered, “My dance stage.”
i want to be in the spotlight. i want to be famous. to have everyone’s eyes on me. that’s why i act. i’m still not sure if i’m a decent actress or not though. glow of the spotlight.. take me away to a much greater place.. it’s true.. believe in it.. believe in me.