A Flicker In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

I whispered to them They crackled softly, and for the first time, I thought maybe… they didn’t know the answer either --- Later, while the others slept, I walked to the river The water was dark and unmoving. No moonlight reached its surface, though the sky was clear I knelt beside it and let my fingertips skim the edge Cold Still Then— A flicker Not of fire Of shadow It moved beneath the water’s surface like ink spilled in silence I yanked my hand back The shadow didn’t follow It simply watched And then it spoke—not aloud, but in the place between heartbeats You were never meant to carry only one flame

*Do not stop. At the floor the emergency lighting in the stairwell suddenly flickered and died. The world instantly became pitch-black save for the dim green glow of the exit signs above the doors. I had to grip the iron handrail with both hands using it to pull my body upward feeling my way up the steps in the dark. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care about the fire burning in my chest. All I could see in the darkness of my mind was Aria’s innocent smile and the terrifying thought of some faceless predator tearing her away from her mother.

I still remember how it went if I am not mistaken, "A spark within you glows bright and true, A flame that flickers, waiting to break through. Don't let it fade, don't let it die, Let your inner spark burn, and reach for the sky.” It was a letter from a mother to her child who was leaving her to the world. I felt something stir inside me when I read through those lines. A perfect timing for me, but a bad one for Lucas who had just walked into the library and found me seated. “Pack members only,” he said as he snatched the book away from my hands and flipped to the front page. “Property of the Darkmoon manor,” he read aloud as he traced the stamp with his index finger.

Recognition flickered. “Elena,” Damien warned quietly. She didn’t move closer to the door. She closed her eyes and let herself arrive. The corruption recoiled like oil pulling away from flame, and the wolf inside gasped while the chains of light trembled. “Elena,” Gail breathed, awe creeping into her voice. The darkness lashed out, pressing against Elena’s mind like cold hands trying to shove her backward. Lyra rose beside her, steady as stone. …we do not fight…we remain…

Strange even, and she couldn't get rid of the intuitive feeling that something terrible was going to strike her when she least expected it. The air around her chilled tremendously, and the lights flickered. Immediately her footsteps faltered; a rising suspicion began to cluster her. In the hallway sat ice. A significant, thick frost seemed to cover the walls, sprinkling its cold crystal gems proudly, and her gasp came out in hot huffs as a chill rushed through her; a striking fear engulfed her existence, inherently her head turned around, looking as if she detected someone or something behind, yet nothing; there was nothingness there.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

But the light Flickered. And went out.

If curiosity killed the cat, then I was about to sprout whiskers. My body turned towards the open door. Before I knew it, I was standing looking into the room with the glowing ember. The smell of charcoal lingered in the air. The florescent lighting lit only the door's entrance. Beyond it, the room was dark except for the red eye. I hesitated. Stepping into the shadow on the floor felt like a choice. My heart thudded. My vertigo swirled at the edges of dark and light. I focused on the red glow swimming in my vision.

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

" I called out again a little bit more composed than the last time From the corner of my eyes I could see a flicker of light in the distance. It shone brightly one moment and the next it was gone. Like the way the light from a firefly flickered on and off as it trapeze through the air. I was aware of getting to my feet and fixing my eyes on that shimmer of light in the distance willing it to return and at least cast some of this darkness away.