Flicker In The Dark Novels & Stories

“No harm done. They’re just overexcited.” But the whispers clung, sharp and suspicious. And then Daisy chose that moment to pout. Her doll tumbled from her hands, and her little mouth twisted, eyes welling. But instead of tears, golden light shimmered—faint but real, flickering through her irises like trapped fire. A woman behind me gasped. “Did her eyes—” “Lights!” I cut in too loud, too sharp. I scooped Daisy up, spinning toward the gym ceiling. “See? Fluorescents always flicker in here. Gives you that weird glow sometimes.”

The guests shifted, exchanging glances, their whispers rising. Then, the lights flickered — once, twice — before plunging the hall into sudden darkness. Gasps rippled through the room. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Anastasia’s voice cut through the dark, sharp and low. “What the hell—” Before she could finish, the chandeliers blazed back to life, flooding the room in cold, electric white. And then we saw it... the large screen suspended above the stage, the one meant to show a slideshow of photographs and toasts. It flickered once, static hissing across its surface, before an image began to form.

Frost coldly hummed into the mind of the human. Or so he thought. --- Elsewhere – A Flicker in the Flame Archives Far to the south, deep in the glowing antechamber of the Flame Archives, Emma gasped mid-step. A tremor ran through the ground beneath her. It wasn’t an earthquake. It was something waking. Something slinking closer through layers of ice and air. She blinked. Her vision split for a second—two versions of herself flickering out of sync. One smiling. One terrified. Long steadied her. “Emma?”

Then everything goes dark. **************************************************

Trying to jog my memory of where I might have left it, I decided to review the security footage. That was when I saw Amelia, who could barely get around, fumbling her way to my fish tank. She had yanked the fish out and hurled it to the floor with all her might. All the while, she was muttering to herself, "I should've been Mrs. Floyd by now! You've hogged that spot for years, it's about time you handed it over, don't you think? "Samuel owes me big time. It's his fault! If it weren't for him, my eyes wouldn't be like this!"

I know my eyes were flickering, with Shade pushing forward the way he is, wanting a better look at her. I watched her closely, and my eyes snapped to her lips when they moved. Shade pushes forward harder when her little tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth. My body vibrates as a growl rises from my chest. My growl cuts short as her knee brushes against my length again, but this time deliberately.

"But you will be." The camera powered down. The rooftop light flickered above. And in the darkness, a new obsession sparked.

The wind blows mildly, bearing the scent of half winter half spring night. Sounds of rustling leaves mixed in a bit with the blowing wind making a melody of stillness and peace, kind like a lullaby. She looks up the evening sky and shivered at the coldness of the night. The sky was a bit unclear, stars are merely visible due to fogginess and she could only see a faint glow of yellow light underneath the cloud that covers moon. Her eyes shifted on her surroundings. It was dark. There were lamps but neither of them generates light. Tombs are neatly aligned on both sides. Some have withered flowers and unlighted candles, while most of them have none.

The meeting with Vincent proved more stressful than she cared to admit. The light above her head suddenly crackled and flickered before going out. The window behind the woman allowed enough pale light to seep through the blinds, so she could see faint outlines. Beside the woman was a flash. It was fast and fleeting, and Yada knew the moment it happened, what it was. “Get down,” Yada called out, pushing the woman out of the way. She whirled around and caught the glimmer of silver and the man from the club.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.