Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

Because now she felt like he was almost like Jake. Maybe all brothers were similar. Marvin found some Arclights and gave them to Lia and Aster. Lia had Arclights. The True Hate fans had their light stick called Arclight. It was a mushroom that had mood lighting. It could sense the nearest nightstick and form a shade that was not the same but complementary to it. It made everyone's Arclight look as if they were staring at a rainbow. Aster had an Arclight too. He just tweaked it so fast that no one understood.

he says, and he lets go of my hand to unpack the bag he brought down with him. Inside it are supplies, food and fresh water to replace the expired bottles. New batteries to replace the old in the flashlights even though they still work. “Go on, boys. Not too far though. Antonio you stay and help me." I hear my brother whine about not being allowed to come with us as Michael and I take one of the flashlights and go exploring. It's a single long, deep tunnel, and it'd be pitch black if we didn't have the flashlight.

And that was all I needed. I grabbed her chin, gently, but firmly. Forcing her to look at me. And when our eyes locked, I saw it again. That flicker. That soft, haunted thing that had no business being in her eyes now. That used to be just for me. I shouldn’t have touched her. I Shouldn’t have even wanted her right now. But I do want her. So I let my thumb drag across her bottom lip causing her to gasp. And just like that, I was hard.

She opens up the book and this time there are words written on it. This is the day they meet again, the stars were out and moon is shinning brightly. His heart is dwindling on the wicked fire as he once set foot to save his Princess. Memories are ajar and her heart is in scatter. A flower blooms tonight as one of the fragments reappears

He knelt and panned his flashlight’s beam along the ground, found it, grabbed it and held it up under the flashlight’s glare. An old wooden handle. Maybe to a hatchet or something. Funny thing was, though the handle felt worn and smooth, indicating much use, it felt solid. Not rotten or damp, which meant it couldn’t have been laying around for long. Someone had dropped it recently. Jesse looked at what remained of its blade. It looked melted. The flashlight’s beam glinted off the metal. Odd. Didn’t look like cast-iron, but more like . . . Silver. In his comics, silver sometimes hurt evil things.

Returning my gaze back to the rock in my hands I'm to connect with it? I feel ridiculous. “Please put off the false lights, I believe it is distracting the Silver one” I swallow a laugh, false light? He talks really weirdly. Lily who hasn’t let up with her flashlight dimmed it and then turned it off completely. As the flashlight went out, the rock in my hand suddenly glows brighter I nearly drop it in surprise, it is not bright enough to be blinding or to illuminate a completely dark room but quiet, bright. The soft light slips between my fingers and I stare at it, fascinated.

Unable to wait in suspense anymore, I slipped the flashlight out of its hiding place. Breathless and on the verge of complete and utter panic, I snatched the flashlight from the shelf and clutched it to my chest. Flicking it on, I blinked in the sudden harsh light. As soon as my eyes adjust, I scan the room for the wolf that is stalking through the dark.

Walking past the cubicles, nodding to my fellow co-workers I turned around sharply at the sound of my name. “Mckayla! Hey! Over Here!” Ted called, sliding out of his cubicle, his hair a ruffled mess, a football in one hand. My eyebrows furrowed, walking towards him, “weren’t you over there?” I asked, pointing to the elevator doors, leaning against the table. He grinned, “Ha. Ha, I get it, “ he chuckled, placing the football on the desk, “because I’m not a full time member of the close up, so technically I don’t belong here?“ he asked

We’re both pretending we’re braver than we are, and I’m not in the mood to unpack that emotional suitcase right now. After a few more steps, I stop. “Wait.” Parker’s instantly alert. “What? What is it?” I rummage in my pocket like a raccoon desperate for loose snacks and instead come up with—“Ha.” A flashlight. I forgot I shoved this thing in here before we left the castle. I flick it on. A weak, flickering beam cuts through the thick dark like a tiny sword made of batteries and bad decisions. Parker leans in. “That’s it?”

"These coffins probably belonged to the Blood Ghouls. They're just not here right now. Maybe something disturbed them, or they sensed us coming and moved elsewhere." The unease returned, and the group's faces turned pale again. Andrew quietly shut off his high-beam flashlight and issued a calm command. "Everyone, turn off your flashlights. Switch to the tallow torches." Chantelle frowned. "Mr. Lloyd, but flashlights are way more reliable. Why would we switch to torches when ours are waterproof and impact-resistant?" Andrew lit his torch without looking at her and said, "Torches are still the best tool for exploring underground tombs. One, they help you test the air quality—if the flame dies,