Light Out Novels & Stories

Because I am right here beside her. I caught a glimpse of the moon lamp placed on top of the table near the bed. The lamp produces a dimmed yellow light in one part of the room. The light is not too much but just enough for me to see their faces in the dark. I observed how the yellow light softly shines alone in one corner of the dark room.

The warmth of his skin burned my system, making me feel alive. “We're not riding your monster of a bike?” I asked when we began to walk. He shook his head and glanced at my direction. “It's just you and me tonight.” And that was enough to say that I was captivated by him. I barely know him yet he managed to sweep me off of my feet. We enjoyed the cool breeze of the night and the simple conversation we had along the way. Unlike the other two clubs I've been in the previous nights, this one was not loud and jampacked. The purple neon lights read Sphere and there was no long line of people waiting to have their turn inside. True to his words, we'll definitely have the night to ourselves.

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

The assistant glanced back just as the car drove into a tunnel. The man's face was hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see clearly. All she could make out was his hands resting on his knees. He casually flicked a lighter on and off. The lighter was plain silver-white, with no fancy patterns or brand names. It was just a simple, old-school flip lighter. The only thing that stood out was the orange gem at the bottom. It shone like the last glow of a sunset.

but now's not the time. Lighting shoots across from all directions. But the magic lighting isn't meant to maim. It's meant to put to sleep. I watch as many students drop to the ground, unharmed, but completely out. It's an effective method of putting an end to this war as quickly and safely as possible. No one actually wants to get hurt here.

He would pin me against the window, his hands all over me, and tease, "Do you think people outside will think we're going at it?" He would shiver with laughter, stroking my hair, and make grand promises. "I'll give you the most epic crowning ceremony ever, so the whole world knows you're my Luna." I bought every word. However, three years on, I became the punchline of a very bad joke. Darren's forgotten every promise he ever made. Me? I played the fool 98 times too many. I looked up at the tangled shadows in Darren's room and could not help but laugh.

There was a brief silence on the other end before Mom spoke up with concern. "Isn't your seventh anniversary with Lucas coming up? Shouldn't you stay with him for that special occasion?" I let out a bitter laugh. "That won't be necessary." After hanging up, I booked my flight. At dawn, Lucas pushed open the door to our house and walked in, looking a little worn out. When he saw me sitting in the living room, he smiled and walked over. "I spent the whole night observing the skies. I'm so exhausted," he said.

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

0000001%, coming closer. `[LIGHT BEFORE DARK: 0.0000001% - APPROACHING BOWL - ASKING: CAN LIGHT JOIN DARK'S FAMILY TOO? - IF DARK IS BOWL, WHAT AM I? - ???]`