A Flicker In The Dark Book Novels & Stories

The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever. I felt like the Little Mermaid, fresh on her new legs, each step a dance on blades. Was that what being alive felt like? Death seemed better. That was what I thought until the bleeding started, a faint seep from my wounds. Francis pulled away, fixing the chaos of the bed. "You'll see," I whispered. "See what?" "The real me." I threw the covers off and got up, my legs barely holding me. However, I made it to the door, one shaky step at a time.

Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow. "I want you stable right now" her mouth pursed with desperation as she tried to will the pulsing book between her hand to calm. "Oh gods, what the hell am I doing. Am I going crazy after all?" Fru's right hand rubbed her face, as the book glowed more fiercely, firm in its disobedience. Alive. Hungry. The courtyard melted away, swallowed by shadows and flame. Fru's eyes swerved overhead as she watched the leaves slow in motion. The scent of charred earth filled her nose, the air thick with heat.

With a smile on my face, I broke free from his grasp and took a step back. "You're the one who told me to stop being delusional. You're the one who scorned me in public and abandoned me at the engagement party, subjecting me to everyone's scrutiny and mocking gazes. Yet now, you're the one with regrets. Am I supposed to just wait around for you?" Shaking my head, I took out a photo from my bag. It was a photo Carl and I had taken together when I was 18. The 18-year-old me had written on the back of the photo that she wanted to marry Carl. However, the 22-year-old me had crossed that out and written that she no longer loved Carl.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.

"I was just surprised…I d didn't know that…Ummm." I didn't know what to do or say. "Am I not supposed to be in here?" He gave me another panty-dropping smile and I almost melted. He moved closer and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You are allowed to be in here. I saw you and I followed." He said casually, "Is that a bad one?" I knew deep down that I was to consider it a possible stalker character, and I liked it. For some unimaginable reason, I didn't consider it a bad thing.

I wouldn't be surprised if I was one day ambushed by the board in a dark alley. Until that day. After determining I had six more hours to go, I got back to the papers on my desk. • • • I sipped from my glass as I watched her from across the courtyard. She was in the middle of conversation with a group of middle aged people. Even though there was enough distractions around — someone had been creative enough to invite a fire dancer and her spinning created fascinating yellow streaks in the otherwise dark night — I couldn't see anything other than her. For the umpteenth time she looked up and shot me a lopsided grin but neither of us made a move towards each other.

We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own. ********* Night poured like ink across the Watchers’ stronghold, no stars, no moon, just a suffocating stretch of black sky pressing down. I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My skin felt too tight. My blood too loud. I stood alone in the candlelit corridor outside the chamber we’d been given. The flames danced strangely tonight, longer, flickering in odd directions, almost whispering to me.

Trying to jog my memory of where I might have left it, I decided to review the security footage. That was when I saw Amelia, who could barely get around, fumbling her way to my fish tank. She had yanked the fish out and hurled it to the floor with all her might. All the while, she was muttering to herself, "I should've been Mrs. Floyd by now! You've hogged that spot for years, it's about time you handed it over, don't you think? "Samuel owes me big time. It's his fault! If it weren't for him, my eyes wouldn't be like this!"