General

The atmosphere was dead and dry. Darkness began to drizzle into the sky, melting away all colour and consuming all light. The city was engulfed by the endless abyss which tormented people's minds. A thick dark canvas which reeked of melancholy and emptiness. There was a quick flicker and crackle of light, too fast for the naked eye. Suddenly the soft warm glow of the firefly sliced through the dark atmosphere with its sugary light. It softly buzzed through the blackened air, illuminating the sky. A gentle illuminating sun which ate away at the darkness. Despite the cold despair of the night, we must appreciate the darkness, for without it, how could we enjoy the fireflies glow?

By charlottealison, September 29, 2013.
General

Around the lake the darkness was punctuated with small glimmers of light, so much so that Emma thought it looked enchanted and imagined that she had discovered a lair of a great magician. She stole past her momma who was asleep in front of the television and on bare tiptoes she left the cabin, her nightgown flapping in the breeze. As she ran toward them they took off into the air and she felt like she was dancing inside a christmas tree. She twirled faster and faster, the glow of the fireflies mesmerized her and before she knew it she had toppled sideways over a clump of grasses into the lake. The specks of light continued their merry flight as if they thought it quite amusing, but for Emma it was the end of her fun. Head to toe drenched and covered in stinky lake mud she walked duck footed to the back door and howled for her mother to wake.

By cassie, October 31, 2014.
General

After so many nights of blackness the fireflies were a welcome relief. They danced in a heady swarm of light, like a frozen firework explosion above the lake.

General

The fireflies flew above us like they were carried in unfelt currents. Just to look at them gave the camp ground a buzz of excitement, as if these tiny glimmers of light had electrified the summer night.

General

For eyes adjusted to utter blackness the lone firefly was as bright as a welder's spark. Watching its erratic path had every person bewitched, each one of them savouring the last beauty they'd see until dawn.

Romance / Contemporary

River sat on the doorstep looking smug, something wrapped in black on his lap. Willow raised her eyebrows and dipped her head in the ways she always did when she expected one of his "surprises." With his usual lack of fanfare he removed the covering; it was like a jar of trapped stars, only the glow was green. A smile stole across her face before she could stop it and she crept closer. They were fireflies, something to keep River company on night-watch while she slept.

Family Life

Tabitha looked at the firefly, not quite able to believe how ugly she found it in daylight. Instead of a glow that danced like pixie dust it was a multi-coloured worm with six legs and wings no prettier than a house-fly. The only time it looked more friendly was with its wing coverings closed, then it reminded her of a ladybug, albeit without the spots.

General

River opened his eyes expecting complete blackness; instead there was a steady glow just in his peripheral vision. He turned to look more closely, heart rate already elevated. It was a firefly swaying in the breeze, clinging to a strand of wild wheat. The tension in his face melted away, his trademark boyish grin returning. Though he lacked the sensation of formulating a plan, he knew what to do. Somewhere in his bag was a jar from the old pharmacy...