You should post the stories with the images. I like these images as they're emotional evocative, even if I can't quite figure out what's going on, they're still very intriguing.

the bulb released its tungsten coil to the surging current in a spectacular discharge. the bursting laughter of the exploding envelope upon the interior of the par can died out as did the images burned into his retina by the searing white corona. Caught somewhere in the violet depths of his visual recovery, danced a girl made of light. as the music began, slowly the room became closer to him. like the cackling flicker of a strobe, he saw her... three frames of a pretty fox girl arched in the leaps of her dance. he rose from the hard chair and into the boundless black. "and into the grey of skies, i fly... beyond the stars to worlds afar" something he heard in the darkness. a voice, as if hidden in the music, crept to his ears and whispered to him. "find me there..." Three frames flickered in the corner of his eye. Amid the shadows cast by chairs, he saw her again, gripping the glaring chrome of a microphone. intoxicated by the living blackness, he stepped from the floor and into the darkness. the music grew louder as the invisible chairs and tables drifted away at twice the speed of sound. bass notes rolled through him as though he were in a driven fluid. He could hear the girl now, but couldn't understand her over the tones which he swam through. a long curving line of blue wove its way through the blackness towards him and around him at a distance. the glowing blue tube terminated in a metallic growth which became the girl's microphone. he slowly closed his eyes as the blue serpent wound coils around his chest and neck. a second's pause and he opened his eyes to the fox girl crouching before him, still her eyes shut. crowned in the bluish glare not unlike that of arclight, she continued to sing from behind the music. the coils of the microphone slowly drew taut about him, choking him silently, yet -entranced- he made no move to struggle. as his heavy eyelids fell, the fox girl opened hers and slipped into the black.

even the species is different

brilliant white of the glaring sun and pale blues of a broad cloudless sky swam and chased each other in flowing pools and streams along the thick chromed shank of her microphone. the heavy aluminum carried its cord in an arc through the sky and into a graceful downward curve to her waiting hand. Like some young suns rays peering through the high canopy of some enchanted virgin forest, light seeped from between her fingers.

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