Firefly Funhouse Novels & Stories

I said. The word came out flat. Certain. Every piece of it clicking into place with the particular clarity of something I should have anticipated — Elara, in that compound, in Ronan's territory. The greyness of her. The weight she'd lost. He had done something to her. He had— "I need you to do something for me." Her mother's voice cut through it. Calm. Direct. I looked at her. "Fireflies," she said. "As many as you can find. There's a hollow near the east creek, behind the mill — they gather there at dusk. Bring them back in something sealed." She held my gaze. "Can you do that?"

Shama reached out to touch it, but it fluttered away, leaving behind a trail of shimmering sparks. Shama rose to her feet and chased after the firefly. As she stepped on the long grasses, a swarm of fireflies rose from the ground, like a magical cloud of light. Shama giggled with delight and ran through the field, twirling and dancing among the fireflies. She felt like a child again, filled with wonder and joy. Unbeknownst to her, someone watched her from the shadows, their heart pounding with a strange emotion. Shama, under the moonlight, amidst a thousand fireflies, appeared ethereal. Her laughter echoed through the night air, like music to the observer's ears.

I wondered if he caught me staring at him while my mind was flying somewhere else. “Oh, hey, look! The fireflies are here!” she cheerfully announced. Becky pointed at the fireflies appearing in the trees, their tiny lights flickering like stars brought down to earth. “Look, Camilla, aren’t they beautiful?” she said, her eyes sparkling with the same light. My face lit up with delight, the fireflies momentarily dispelling my anxiety about Kalel’s true identity. “They’re amazing,” I whispered, my voice filled with childlike wonder. I watched them dance in the air, feeling a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time.

The raven haired retrieved the beautifully shaded leaf, and his eyes widened to see how the leaf had all three colours, green, ochre and red in an extraordinary blend. “He was so happy with that leaf and a few twigs, no wonder he doesn’t have interest in playing with toys.” Austin said while shaking his head, making Lucas crack up a smile. “Yeah, he’s really unique that way, I mean not all two-year-olds can help an adult for a college assignment.” Lucas smiled knowingly at Austin. “Oh, that leaf gave you an idea for your painting, didn't it.” Austin guessed almost immediately. “Yup, the topic is called ‘As the time passes by’ and the colours this leaf has, definitely fits the concept.” Lucas

One uncle from the colony sent over a handcrafted rocking chair from his carpentry workshop in Massachusetts, complete with a tiny side table that locked into the frame for midnight feeding bottles. Aaliyah and Priyanka helped string up fairy lights around the windows, giggling and arguing over which shade of yellow felt more “warm sunshine” and less “fluorescent hospital.” Mehek painted a small mural on one wall—an abstract landscape of rolling hills and stars, with a lioness leading her cub through constellations.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

“you had better not flatter yourself nor get ahead of yourself either. You won’t even be able to control yourself much more control any darn thing. And most especially not him, nobody controls Salvatore.” He didn’t like women with opinions. He liked silence. He liked obedience. He liked brainless porcelain. And Sapphire? Sapphire was fire. Sharp. Reckless. The kind of woman who’d slit your throat mid-kiss. She lowered her eyes. Played with the oversized rock on her finger like she needed something to do with her hands. The ring didn’t suit her. None of this did. She looked like a doll in the wrong box. A queen trapped in a cheap glass castle. And I really wish that she knew it.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

"Yes… I'm only yours." Outside, the moonlight bathed everything in a soft, ethereal glow. Inside, only silence lingered. But in that quiet, the memory of that chaotic night from years ago came rushing back. Curled up on the floor, I had been overtaken by the uncontrollable urges of my heat. Right when I was about to lose all hope, Tucker appeared, as though he had descended from the heavens just for me. He rescued me from the dark depths, lifting me into a world filled with possibility.