Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

“They don’t get to The lights flickered again harder ,then gone There was complete darkness I gasped Sofia let out a soft cry ,then the monito even the ysyste, Both turned on at the same time. Cold light. Too bright. Too sudden. Another message filled the screen. Bigger. Clearer. Last warning. I couldn’t breathe. I actually couldn’t breathe. Tomás stepped closer to me slowly. ‘Lila’,he said, softer now. “We need to think,“I am thinking,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’m thinking I’m not putting her down. Another flicker. Another message. Slower this time Worse You don’t understand yet

Frantically, I reach for my flashlight where it had fallen during my hurried attempt to get up. I switch it on. Nothing. Shit. Shit. "Shit." Why won't it turn on? I smack the flashlight against my palm repeatedly, unsure what else to do. Only now do I realize I never switched it off when I sat down earlier. The flashlight must have been damaged when it hit the ground. I don't take my eyes off my surroundings as I strike it against my palm again. And again. It flickers. On. Off. On. Off.

Although the entire group was just out of the boundary bathed in light, the floodlights were blinding enough to successfully distract another three, leaving only one for Angie to deal with. Elias kept his eyes peeled. He did not dare to blink even once. He readied anything he could use as a distraction, making sure that Angie only had to deal with two Infected at once. He turned the floodlights on and off. He shot flare guns. He threw flash bombs and anything else he could get his hands on. He shouted and taunted them.

I proceeded down the dark, natural stone stairs of the cave. As I descended into the cavern, it became clear why flashlights were not practical here. In such a confined space, even the brightest LED flashlight would be of little use. The flickering torchlight proved to be far more effective. I moved slowly down the natural stone steps, the damp, cool air growing denser with each step.

But in such a small place, Isabella had searched several times and still couldn't find her mother. She also realized that she had been too impulsive. Since Kason had lured her here, he would have certainly sent her mother somewhere else in advance, not allowing her to see her again. It was impossible for Kason to tell her the whereabouts of her mother, so she had to think of other ways. Isabella closed her eyes and took a breath of cool air. When she opened them again, a flash of white light passed before her eyes. She looked closely and saw a glowing object lying in the bushes a few steps away.

You’re a return. The flashlight dies. And I am not alone.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

“Could we see the flashlight, please?” I sighed. “Sure.” I drained the last drops from the glass as I went to the drawer by the back door. As I pulled it open, it dawned on me that it wouldn’t be there. And it wasn’t. I closed the drawer slowly. “It’s still over at her house.” “Could you describe it?” “It was one of those long black metal flashlights—the kind you guys carry. Held three or four batteries.” Sam made a note. “What happened after you went inside?”

mutters Klempner from the gloom beside me. "Useful for us though. He'll not hear us coming with that going on." "Too right. I think we can risk a little light." With a click, the narrow beam of an LED flashlight cuts through the air, producing a startled flapping from above. To one side of us, the cracked plaster and paint of a wall, the beam painting threads and dots of light over webs and dust. But as the beam swings, it illuminates receding plaster then vanishes into darkness.

And together, Lucian and I will find a way to overcome the obstacles that lie ahead. As my gaze sweeps across the cluttered storage area, a glint of light catches my eye. Amongst the jumble of boxes, I spot a flashlight nestled in the corner. A flicker of hope ignites within me as I extend my hand, grasping the cold metal handle. My fingers curl around it, a firm grip that symbolizes newfound possibilities.