Dimmed Lights Flicker Novels & Stories

So I would definitely remember if I was back to having nightmares. I try to blink my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I only see darkness all the lights are off so instead I try to see the time still upset I’m sweating like this and then Shasta’s feet are coming in my face all of a sudden like she can’t feel me or feel herself move. Move your feet Shasta I say but she just groans ignoring me Now I know it must have been hot from both our body heat. She probably has rolled on my side the whole night I groan out loud Why do I have to sleep with her she doesn’t know how to share a bed and always end up with some part of her on me.And she has her own bed but choose to sleep in mine.Dad calls h

She was dumb to think they connected. A rapid knock on her door brought bck her attention,she wonderedw ho could be knocking, she wasn’t expecting anybody and this apartmnet was usually her hideout. She stopped cleaning the stuffs on her face and she walked to the door, she looked through the hole and she saw Jordan fidgeting around. He was standing there and he was looking kind of uncomfortable. Maybe she should have just pretended she wasn’t around but the lights would give her out. She watched him fiddle with his own hands.

People were panicking, dragging masks off their faces, and scattering like this was some kind of staged performance gone wrong. The band stopped completely. Silence dropped hard except for the snarls and the scuffle of shoes against polished floors. And then…just like in some horror movie, the lights flickered. Not once, and not twice. Then a full blackout, the chandeliers above cutting off for half a second before surging back weakly, the glow uneven, shadows crawling across the marble. “What the hell?” Someone muttered. That’s when I saw him.

I told myself I welcomed the break. But now, with the hall lights dimmed to energy-saving mode and the late afternoon sun barely reaching the windows, I felt exposed. Untethered. I was halfway to the laundry room when the house lurched. Not physically—not like an earthquake—but the lights flickered once, twice, then went out entirely. The sudden darkness stole my breath. A low mechanical hum replaced the soft background noise I’d grown used to. Somewhere deep in the walls, something locked into place with a heavy, echoing thud.

The lockdown didn't matter. Flicker. The lights overhead buzzed. They dimmed to amber, then flared bright white. I opened my eyes. "Power surge?" Flicker. Flicker. Pause. Flicker. Wolfy’s head snapped up from his pile of wires. He dropped his screwdriver. Clatter. "That's not a surge," the Tactician said. His voice sharp. "That's not a glitch." He stood up. Walking to the center of the room. Staring at the light fixture.

The moment was electric, charged with unspoken desire, with the promise of a connection that transcended the danger and uncertainty that surrounded them. Just as their lips were about to meet, the lights flickered, plunging the room into near darkness. A low hum filled the air, followed by a series of clicks and pops. "What was that?" May whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. James pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Power fluctuation," he said, his voice tense. "That's not good." "What does it mean?" May asked, her voice trembling slightly. "It means something's interfering with the power grid," James said. "Either a malfunction… or something more sinister."

She gave the smallest nod, and he exhaled like a man who had learned how to be corrected before he had to be. Halfway through the second tune, the lights flickered. A thin, collective breath rose and settled. Theo looked at his board, then at the sky, then at the breaker box. “Got it,” he said, trotting to the back alley where a stubborn switch hid like a shy cat. The lights steadied. Then they flickered again—shorter, sharper—as if a finger somewhere had found a button that should not have been found. Rory frowned. “That’s not our wiring.”

I hated how aware I was of him—his broad shoulders, the way his shirt stretched when he lifted things. The sun started going down, and everything got darker inside. We were in the living room arguing about who should take which room when suddenly the lights flickered and went out completely. The whole house went black. I jumped a little. "Great," Nico muttered. "Power's out. Just what we need." I pulled out my phone for light. "Don't blame me. This old place is falling apart. Probably your fault for not checking stuff earlier." "Always my fault, huh?" he said, his voice close in the dark. "Here, I have flashlights in my bag. Try not to trip over your own drama."

“Power’s flickering. If you try to drive in this, you’ll either get stuck or die. Pick one.” Roman clicked his tongue, annoyed — but not reckless. “Fine.” He said, giving up. Thunder rumbled loudly, they heard a loud spark and then the lights went out. Total darkness swallowed the house. A beat later, the emergency bulbs flickered on, weak and yellow. Eleanor’s voice slipped through the dimness like smoke. “Oh dear. How unfortunate.” Roman didn’t even turn. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The generators kicked once… sputtered… and died.

The notes moved through the room like slow water. Veronica rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you feel it?" "Yes." "Like the house is holding its breath." "Waiting for us to notice something." They stayed like that until the record ended. Ethan rose to turn it over. As he crossed the room the lights flickered once. Not a power surge. A deliberate dimming and brightening. He paused. Hand on the record player. The lights steadied. He set the needle down. The music resumed. He returned to her side. Sat closer this time.