Reading Light Department Novels & Stories

"You okay?" Lucas asked gravelly, slightly narrowing his eyes as it adjusted to the darkness. The right part of the room is dark. Only the faint light of the machine kept the door visible. On my left, the window made it well lit. Lucas' face was brightly illuminated with the light coming from his laptop screen. Suddenly his bone structure was improved, highlighted by the glow of his computer.

"Yeah, sure. Here, I'll lower the lights." He detours to the light switch and dims the ceiling light until it can't lessen anymore. A light in the bathroom pours out the door left ajar, creating a streak that ends on the end on the bed, and with both this light, the dimmed ceiling light, and the glow of the TV, the room is bright enough to drink, eat, and walk around without risking any incidents. If the lighting is anything other than movie-ready, it's romantic.

The light bounced off the room's ceiling and provided little light but I guess it was sufficient enough to help Casey read. It was a bad habit that she had kept since she got into reading. She'd start reading when the sun was still in the sky and wouldn't even notice that it was setting until she couldn't read the words on the page anymore. Then, she'd find it too much of a hassle to get up from her spot just to turn on the light in the room so she'll turn to whatever source of light that was within arm's reach; which would be her phone's flashlight. I sighed at her laziness and reached out to the wall adjacent to the door for the switch. With one click, the room brightened up and caused Cas

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

“Mer see in the dark.” “That is true, but our vision is not the same as in the light, and our young and elderly find the adjustment of vision harder, and so we provide lighting in our homes. I’ll wait by the door,” he leaned against the wall and idly plucked a leaf from that growing up it and twirled it between his fingers.

Although the lights went out in the library, the room didn't exactly plunge into darkness. The stained glass windows still let in a bit of daylight, but it wasn't bright enough to read by. Shadows moved across the floor as the students milled around, looking for friends to huddle with and empty seats to sit on as they waited for the backup generator to kick in.

She laughed. Hayward was visibly relieved to be back on solid ground. He squinted a little as she made the lamps burn brighter. This was the trouble with the dark: you wanted the light, but then the light made it harder for you to see anything else. His eyes were constantly trying to adjust to different conditions, depending on how brightly lit something was. “That... is a very useful skill. How good is your control? You could flash someone—ahem, flash the light at them—and then dim it again to leave them blinded.” He blinked at bit as his eyes continued to adjust.

The lead-lined door does not buckle inward the way a door breached by force buckles. It melts. The cold white light eats inward from the edges of the frame, and the meter-thick titanium runs like wax down the jamb, and through the slowly widening gap comes a glare brighter and purer than anything the grey Harvesters carried up the spine, a white so total that it has no visible source and throws no shadow anywhere in the room, the same light I watched eat through the nursery’s magnetic seal a lifetime ago, the light that belongs to the thing that herded me into a dark room and named me Subject Zero.

"Now you ride with me." I ride with her. I'm furious about it for approximately ten minutes and then I lean my cheek against her shoulder while the road unspools ahead of us and she drives exactly the way I would drive, and I don't say anything. Phoenix installs what he calls "pregnancy-safe lighting" throughout the compound. When I ask what makes lighting pregnancy-safe, he begins explaining something about wavelengths and circadian rhythm and the particular sensitivities of developing divine neural tissue, and I stop him at the ninety-second mark and tell him I appreciate him.

A few twisting of my wrist, a nudge here and there, and the door opens. The office is dark like everywhere else, but when Luther goes to turn on the light, I stop him. "I know no one is coming, but let's keep the lights off." I tell him. "We don't want someone noticing from outside," Thankfully, there is a generous amount of moonlight here, so we both can make our way to his desk. Luther stands at the other side, hands folded against his chest, while I go around to tackle the computer. I don't know why Mister Ray is using this generic piece of scrap, but it thankfully turns on when I press the button.