Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

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

His eyes were red as he walked out of the car. The ground was wet and there were puddles at every step. Algard walked through the thorny trees, the deeper he went, the denser the trees became. And from afar Algards eye caught a glips of something bright, there were lights in a distance. He knew that it was the warehouse. He fastened his pace and ran over towards it.

Ben implored. The three of them reluctantly headed down the pitch-black tunnel with only flashlights taken from the hardware store. They brought extra batteries in case they got lost and had to turn back. Paul grabbed some spray cans of carburetor cleaner and lighters to use as a make-shift flamethrower weapon in case they ran into… something else.

The cramped corridor stretched all the way into the darkness. It was getting darker and darker, causing the relief sculptures to become fuzzy. “Grayson, turn the flashlight on,” ordered Jay. “Yes.” Grayson asked Storm and Tempest to take the flashlight out. However, the flashlight was malfunctioning for some reason. Storm said, “The flashlight switch is frozen shut.” “Use your mobile phone,” Zayne said while taking out his phone, but his phone could not be turned on either.

He just asked, "Do you have a flashlight on you?" "Yeah, I do." Frank passed a small, military-grade flashlight to Cassian. "I'll take a look inside the hole," Cassian declared. "I'll go with you." Frank was quite worried about Cassian's safety. "Me too!" Zoey chirped.

She wasn’t going to start trying to make deals with God. Through the swirling haze of the snow, she saw a flash of sizzling brightness, followed by the red glow of a flare. Then came a second flash and there were two. The flares lit the upper rim of the ditch. His flashlight beam began moving along the shoulder, back the way they had come. Too soon, the flashlight’s glow was swallowed by the storm. She had only the red gleam of the flares to comfort her while she waited.

Staring at the light fixture. Flash. Flash. Pause. Flash. Flash. Flash. "It's a code," Wolfy whispered. "What does it say?" Neoma asked. Sitting up. Wincing. Wolfy watched the rhythm for another ten seconds. His glacial eyes narrowed. "Long. Long. Short. Long." He looked at us. A thrill of terrifying excitement lit up his face. "It's an old rebellion cipher," Wolfy said. "Pre-Fracture. It says: The North is burning."

There was only the light, the flashlight. "Put down the flashlight before I put you down." "Oh, I think they are mistaken. You look like a fairy instead of a beast."

The intricate designs on the bracelet seem to move and shift, almost alive with a sinister energy. Unseen by Fiona, this malevolent light flickers and dances - almost as if in warning of the hell that is about to come. ____________________ The End

I FEEL HIS- Suddenly, the door opens. I jerk back instantly in the dak, breaking away from him just as a harsh beam of light floods the room, blinding me. “Here you are!” Evee’s voice cuts through the silence, filled with relief. “The power’s out in the entire city—we need candles.” She turns her flashlight on us. I blink rapidly, throwing a hand up to shield my eyes. “Okay,” I manage, my voice still uneven. “I think we only have a few left.” The flashlight lowers, but my vision is still spotty, shadows dancing across the room as I try to regain focus. I blink rapidly.