Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

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.

"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,

I secretly feel that I am too lucky to have fallen here and still survive, and not to be seriously injured, because if this hard ice falls on me, I will definitely be in danger. "I found you." I grabbed the flashlight buried in the snow, then turned it on. However, it seems that this flashlight is broken. The light flickers, it flashes a few times then goes off. “Come on…” I smack the flashlight, check the battery then try to get it to work.

She looked at the blackboard, which was also three calculation problems, and guessed, "Is it the password of this box to solve the calculation problems on the blackboard?" Jacob glanced at it, took the box, and fiddled with the password bar. Soon, the box opened. There were two flashlights inside. "What's this for?" Jacob played with her, softly reminding her, "You should turn off the lights. It may have painted something that can be illuminated with this lamp." "Oh." Ashley felt that she was stupid and did what he said. She turned off the light to one side and said, "Where is it?" Jacob handed her one of the flashlights. "Take a look at them all."

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?”

"If the Shadow-Fangs have already reached the central cistern, we'll be fighting in waist-deep freezing water with zero light." "They won't have lit torches," I chimed in, checking the alignment of my father's brass gear-wrench. "Shadow-Fang mercenaries use sight-enhancing Night-Eye potion. It allows them to see in total darkness, but it makes their eyes hyper-sensitive to sudden light flares." Julian strapped his heavy broadsword across his back, turning to look at me with a dangerous, slow smirk. "You're thinking of a flash-flare." "I brought four magnesium oil capsules from the archive lab," I said, pulling small wax-sealed glass spheres from my leather satchel. "If they are stacked aroun

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞 The red light on the flash drive pulsed with the steady, rhythmic cadence of a slow heartbeat. It wasn't a standard storage device. The moment Valerie’s fingers had abandoned it on the dark mahogany, the silver casing had retracted its outer shell, revealing a sleek, military-grade micro-display embedded directly into the metal frame.