Flashlight Tag Novels & Stories

“Cla called it a flashlight. She said we should use it if we need to go to the bathroom, but be careful not to shine it on people’s homes if we can help it.” Rain nodded. So it was sort of like a flashtube, but not nearly as powerful. It made sense that they wouldn’t want to use something as bright as the devices they had available in such a confined space, but she’d never heard of a flashlight before. Perhaps they’d never heard of a flashtube.

There’s a bulb overhead but it’s burned out and their only light is slanting through a small awning window, like a ray of sunshine in a prison cell highlighting dust motes and worsening their individual urges to sneeze. Once again, Kate finds herself wishing there was no surrendering-of-gadgets rule. If that was the case, she’d be able to activate the flashlight function of her smartphone and provide light to Terra, who’s been groping his way in the dark like a burglar. Then again, they’re all about to commit a terrible infraction so maybe it comes with the territory.

I murmured. That gave me an idea. I fumbled through my bag and found the keychain flashlight, which wasn't going to be helpful, but the other side was a laser pointer. I pointed it towards a threshold in a mirror. As the light left the flashlight, the red beam became visible. It wasn't just a spot like in our world, instead, it was a path of light. "Whoa," I whispered. Then louder, I asked, "Can you see that?" Remi's image looked left and right following the red beam in front of him. "Yes! Let me follow it."

A pathetic weapon against a sentient forest. I flicked it. The flame sparked to life. I touched it to the nearest vine, a thick tendril creeping over a root. Nothing. The flame licked at the waxy surface but wouldn’t catch. It was like trying to light wet rubber. I cursed, shoving the lighter back. My mind raced through my meager inventory. The candle. The weird white candle from the ferry ticket-taker. A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand.

--- And the moment I saw the face illuminated by the flashlight. My eyes widened. --- Impossible. --- What was he doing here? ---

Trying to be discreet, I tried to get a better look in the firelight and quickly realized the flashlight body was now wrapped in black paper. I gave it a few more minutes, then excused myself to use the bathroom. Safely locked in a stall I examined the light. I cut the small piece of tape that was keeping it wrapped and carefully unrolled it. There was white paper hidden under the black. It was a print out of a G****e Earth image of the campsite; the roof of small building was visible on the shore of the lake. Circled in red with "Midnight" written next to it. It wasn't far from where we'd been fishing. I didn't recall seeing it though.

It was more like a nightmare for her. Why would there be a flash light coming from the tomb? Is there any ghost or someone else as powerful as the ghost to knock out the kidnappers who was even having several guns and rifles? Will that girl will also be killed with the kidnappers as well?

Liam looked at the ceiling when the four-eyed light suddenly flickered, adding to the fear in the area. Because of the flickering fluorescent light, the light casts unsettling shadows. Immediately, Liam and Brandon stopped and hid behind a large oven, and then Brandon cautiously peeked out. Upon looking at the owner of the shadow, it was revealed in Brandon's eyes that there are five former workers who turned into mindless zombies.

Chapter 64 Breaking Camp Joe and Bryan diligently patrolled the campsite, their tridents and spears held at the ready, as they maintained a watchful eye throughout the night. Thankfully, the tranquility of the underwater depths prevailed, and the hours flew by uneventfully. As the darkness persisted, the waystick, a specialized device emitting a soft, bioluminescent glow, began to illuminate the camp with a vibrant and bright pink light, casting a gentle radiance that bathed the surroundings in its ethereal hue. The waystick's glow, carefully crafted to mimic sunlight, served as the primary source of illumination in the deep abyss, where natural sunlight could not penetrate.

The position of his post was about 3 meters from where Andre was. "Can we meet tomorrow, Bro?" Andre asked after deciding something. "We can. What's up?" "I brought new evidence about that accident…." Andre paused for a moment, after hearing a strange sound in the backyard. The sound was similar to someone brushing against bushes. "Hold on." Andre took the small flashlight that he always carried in his pocket. Police flashlight, they called it. The term was attached as a selling point for a small but useful item, like a police detective hunting down criminals. All those descriptions were, of course, made up so that the item could be sold easily.