Novel & Cerita Tiny Light

She sat on the kitchen counter and drank the smoothie which just tasted like honey and strawberries. "Come here." Beau whispered to her as he came back from her room. "Close your eyes and let me guide you." "Okay." She let him lead her into the bedroom and sit her down. "You can open your eyes now." She did so and gasped. "Oh goodness!" "Lower your voice you'll wake Ella up." "Sorry, it's just. Are these actual fireflies?" "No. They are really small lights shaped like fireflies. The floating effect is made by the electric charge on the caps. It's something I've been working on."

A horde like that always leaves a trail, no matter how minimal. The basement was dark and cramped and the lighting was very poor, with the only source of illumination coming from a tiny window through which rays of moonlight seeped in. I reached for a light switch and flipped and watched as the fluorescent lights brightened up the place, bringing the dingy space into full view. I made my way to the other side and entered a small cubicle. I smiled at my discovery.

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.

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

Anyway, I walk toeards the pink and white carnations and when I bend to pick a bud, I see a very bright light on my light and I stand and cover my eyes with my palm though the light is still hurting my eyes. I then open them a slit and look. The light seems to hide something... Some sort of a screen. 'Why would there be a television here in an open ground?' I wonder. Maybe I am in a drive in cinema? I walk towards it my fascination with the carnations gone. As I walk towards it, the light fades and I can now see it well. It is a large screen measuring like twenty by ten meters mounted on golden poles. There are seats in a small arena and there is an audience already.

I tug at it, annoyed but distracted, my mind spinning with everything that’s happened tonight. That’s when I see it. A tiny red light. Blinking. Faint, but steady. It sits on top of the tall dresser pressed against the wall, nestled just behind a stack of folded towels I haven’t touched in weeks. My entire body goes cold. I stop breathing. I don’t move. I just stare. And the little red light keeps blinking.The light blinks again. Small. Barely visible. But definitely there. My heart starts that frantic pounding again. Different this time. Not heat, pure ice-cold fear.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

I walked over to it and saw that it was a button. There was no label or explanation next to the button, so I pressed it. The lights in the room went dim, and a small blue light began to shine from the ceiling. It was so faint that it took me a moment to realize what was happening. "Bex, look!" I pointed to the floor where a small circular opening was slowly lifting up. "

Then, I stop abruptly. The tears dry up instantly. I walk back into the center of the room and sit on the floor, burying my face in my palms as I pretend to sob one last time. I raise my eyes just a fraction of an inch, peeking through my fingers. My eyes scan the room, searching. And then I see it. On top of the nature-themed picture frame hanging above Santino’s side of the bed, a beautiful painting of a dark forest there is a tiny, faint, blinking red light. It is no bigger than a pinhead, hidden perfectly in the shadow of the frame’s carved wood.

But they had one thing in common—there was a golden light that flickered like a wick at the top of each of them. This golden light was like a candle in the wind, about to extinguish at any minute, but it never did. The small towers covered the first step and were placed with about 50 centimeters distance between each pair. "It turns out that it is the golden light on the small tower that makes this giant tower look like it's made of gold..." Ren Xiaoyao leered in front of a small tower in the image of a beautiful fairy. He couldn't help but touch the golden light.