Flashes Before My Eyes Novels & Stories

Fear flashes through me at the realization of what’s about to happen, and instinctively, I close my eyes. “STOP!”

“You will experience severe migraines for a day, but nothing the drugs won’t fix. You might also experience memory flashes for a while—” “Memory flashes?” I asked. “Nothing to worry about, it’s just temporary.” He explained and I nodded. “Thank you, Dr Fate,” August said with a small smile on his face. The doctor left so it was now just me and August in the room. “Can you close the windows and turn down the lights?” I asked him. “Of course.” He went to the windows and pulled the blinds down and reached for the light switch before dimming it down. I breathed out a sigh of relief, resting my back against the bed.

Everyone listened attentively. "I want you to avoid unnecessary stress. No late nights. No overworking." He paused before adding, "And most importantly..." "If you experience severe headaches, dizziness, or sudden flashes of memory, contact me immediately." Elena frowned slightly. "Flashes of memory?" Jacob nodded. "They're common after head trauma. Sometimes memories don't return all at once." He glanced at Richard before continuing. "They come back gradually... often when you least expect them." A brief silence settled over the room.

Blinding light flashes behind my eyes, an intense pain like nothing I have ever felt before grips my body, sending me to my knees with a heavy crash, the sound of Lucern falling in front of me blending with the sound of our cries. What the hell is happening?

I ignore them for the most part and begin to drift off again. Unlike the last few times, when my eyes close, I feel that familiar pressure behind my eyes, and my mind clouds with a hazy vision: A ringing in my ears, almost deafening, smoke consumes the night sky and beneath the deafening ringing I hear crying and screams. Flashes of splattered blood jump into the vision like a strobe light slowly blinking. Painful cries get louder and the ringing in my ears begins to quiet. I hear voices calling out. I blink to see men fighting men, bears fighting men. Another flash blinds me and I feel myself scream, covering my ears with my palms, yet no sound comes from my mouth.

Let's hear it,“ Milan urged him. “I don't. I just don't think threatening her was doing the trick. That's all,“ Kilan replied with a wince. Lost in their bickering, they failed to notice the change in Rizine's expression. A low whimper escaped her. Her eyes shot up in a blazing stare, and her shoulders tensed. Her heartbeat increased and she was pale. She was having flashes of images and at first, she thought it was just her mind playing tricks on her. But it continued. Images, voices, they kept flashing before her eyes, like a trance. She blinked rapidly, trying to put them away. But they wouldn't go away.

I could be at a photoshoot and find myself in a car, or in my living room and find myself standing at a hotel hallway, with no or vague memory of how I got there. And there was something else. Before my blacking out, before that… skip, there'd always be some kind of glitch. Every time it'd flicker at the edge of my vision, like a programme coming undone. There was always something there–red, fiery, heat so much it made my skin prickle, dotted with monstrous shapes and screeches. But anytime I turned, I would find nothing. Everything would be normal, untouched. I'd just find myself turning and looking around with fear while everyone surrounding me went on with life.

I couldn't tell if I was overthinking things, but the symptoms seemed to be returning. The lightness in my head returned, sharper and more disorienting than ever. My vision blurred, and for a moment, I thought I saw flashes—figures, brief, haunting images—flickering in the corners of my eyes, but they were so brief that I had doubted if I truly saw them or not. I stumbled toward the mirror, praying, begging that the glow hadn't returned. I didn't want to see it. Not now. Not again, but I was wrong. It has returned. Brighter than ever.

“well, I see flashes. When I take a look at a photo or video from before the accident. But I don’t remember anything else. “that’s a good thing. But I don’t see it here, it doesn’t show up on your tests.” “Okay, so what does that mean exactly?” Vanessa queried. “well, it could be many things but I wouldn’t be quick to make any conclusions. I’ll like to see you in two weeks. To see if anything shows up or if the span of things you remember grows larger. You can always come in sooner if you notice any significant changes.” Elena nodded her head. She hadn’t expected anything different from the doctor. Something had told her that these flashes had more to do with the supernatural than with scien

I let out a heavy sigh before I pull myself out of bed and get a shower. I grab a towel and dry myself off. I throw it over my head and rub it through my hair, drying it as much as possible. When I pull the towel off, I swear I see a glowing flash of purple in the mirror. I pause and look closer, but there is nothing. It must have been my imagination. I comb my hair back, then start shaving. The flash catches my attention again in my peripheral vision. I can see it on the side of my face where I have no eye. I snap my head around and look, but there’s nothing there.