Once More Into The Light Novels & Stories

Suddenly, someone held my hand, startling me. “Hurry, Selene! There’s no time!” He said in a voice that seemed familiar, but unconsciousness was beating me already. I had no chance of analyzing who owned the voice. He dragged me to a door, and I could not do anything except groan in fear that I might appear somewhere else. I saw him opening the door in my blurry vision, and I winced at the bright light. “Do not fall into this trap again, Selene!” He said, pushing me gently and closing the door behind him immediately.

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.

Thirty thousand tiny renditions of my name, woven into the future we’d dreamed of watching sunsets in Valmont. Now, the love that had once burned so fiercely had been shelved away, and the promises he’d made lay broken. I lifted the canvas from the wrecked frame. Then, methodically, I tore it—48 times—until nothing remained but confetti-sized fragments. And one by one, I let them fall into the trash.

Pain exploded through me, and I curled up instinctively. They dragged me back to the warehouse. The man spat on the ground in disgust before storming out, leaving me alone with my fading consciousness. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy iron door creaked open, and Elliott Reynolds stepped in, silhouetted against the light. His familiar, nonchalant drawl broke the silence. "Wow, look at you. A few days out of sight and you turn into a total mess."

There is no moon so it is not very bright outside but because of the stars, there is very little light spreading around. I felt Colby step away from me. I turned to him and saw that he had turned his back on me while he was mowing. I was left staring at him. I don’t know what I should think. Should I still trust him? I didn’t expect that part of Colby’s personality. The more he knew me and every word that came out of his mouth, it seemed like it was hitting me.

I say, trying to seem tough. He looks at me, eyes softening just a bit. “Always—my light,” he adds, and it’s like a promise, hitting me square in the gut. I want to kiss him, but there’s no time. We’re crouching behind a dumpster, peering at a corroded manhole cover—the entry into the guild’s stronghold. My light’s humming, ready to burst, and Jude’s shadows are dense, obscuring us from anyone passing by. “Ready?” he asks, and I nod, heart pumping.

Etched on the back, in hurried scratches, were three words: Keep the light. I closed the window slowly. Outside, thunder rolled across the valley. ⸻ By dawn, the storm had gone. The ridge was gray and quiet, the kind of silence that feels like holding one’s breath. No riders returned. No word came. I stood on the parapet watching the road fade into the mist. Somewhere out there, two men were testing the edges of peace we’d fought to build. The token felt heavy in my palm. “Keep the light,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure whether it was a promise or a warning.

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

You are being let down in the dark manhole, but you are given the required equipment to make sure you find your way out. The amazement on the eighth-graders’ faces is going to play itself out repeatedly afterwards, we know. I let off a smile. “Lux est imago veritatis,” I say. “Light is the image of truth.” Then I took off the cloth that had been tied around the grade eight's eyes and which was now hanging loosely around his neck. I folded it up and put it in the grade eighth’s other hand. "To remember that we're here to help each other. Now and in the future.” Then the boys hanging out the windows began to sing the school anthem. The sound of their voices made me get goosebumps

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.