Why Is My Pen Blinking Red Novels & Stories

She pressed it. Instantly, the tiny hidden camera blinked. The entire world was watching. As Rosa reached for her again, Penelope suddenly straightened. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, but she didn’t care. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the tiny device. The smirks vanished from their faces. Penelope turned the camera toward them, letting them see the blinking red light. “Do you know what this is?” Her voice was hoarse but steady. The supervisor’s eyes widened. “What—”

The security camera’s red light was blinking—once, twice… then it held solid. From the screen came a faint click. And then— The feed went black.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

The tip of the mother-of-pearl pen hit the glass face of the monitor at exactly twenty-three hours fifty-nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds. The impact did not make a shatter. It sounded like a heavy iron door slamming shut underwater, a thud that sent a shockwave running up Elara's arm. The pen did not break. The glowing red command line under the glass did not split either. It just stopped working. The digital clock froze, the number warping into a jagged character that flashed between red and black.

He made a bowl of cereal and crunched on it while he scrolled through his search history, it had been a series of paranormal related things the past few weeks, he was scrolling through this site he had been visiting frequently when he saw something that made the spoon clatter to the floor. THE RED SUN PHENOMENA written in bold red crimson, he clicked on it and his phone blacked out. He started pressing the power button multiple times but it refused to come on. “Shit, don’t tell me I just blacked out my phone over this.” he put his head on the counter and groaned, “Just when I think life can’t get even more fucked up it does.”

Book Six: Gatekeeper There is nothing more frustrating than staring at a blinking cursor when you want it to move. I just wanted it to start flashing, the little pen to pop up so I would know the person on the other end was writing a message. Something. Anything. I'd been spending a lot of time staring at the stupid thing lately. Too much, really. But it was a compulsion I couldn't shake. Not when there was a chance Quaid might finally contact me.

With a heavy sigh, I stretch my arm across his desk and flip the page in his book. He reads. Then clears his throat. That’s his signal. His command. A clearing of his throat. I yank the page over harder this time, nearly tearing it out. Aiden smirks. He loves this. “Pen,” he says, holding out his hand. There are several pens near me. I choose a red one—the color of blood—and clutch it so tightly I nearly snap it in half. I resist the urge to throw it at his face and place it in his waiting hand instead.

"His dot is flashing." "Is it still red?" "Y-Yes," I said shakily. "Why is it doing that? What does the red mean?" He said nothing for a moment. A heavy silence hung around me. "Charles?" I asked, my voice cracking at the end. "What does it mean?" "Grace..." "Just tell me," I whispered. "Please just tell me." He let out a soft sigh. "It means he's in pain and imminent danger."

Luc’s subordinates, who stood behind felt something off with Luc and were about to approach him only for Luc to suddenly turn around and hastily say, “Don’t come over! Go away!” “What?” His subordinates looked at each other, not entirely sure what was going on. To their horror, they saw countless red dots suddenly appearing on their bodies. It was infrared light, found on long-range weapons. “What is this?” Their expressions abruptly changed as a bad feeling began creeping into their mind.

I stepped back immediately,my face heating slightly. Marcus didn’t even look embarrassed. “Focus guys,” Ethan muttered, typing again. “We’ve got bigger problems.” “Like what?”I asked. Ethan turned the screen toward us. Numbers.Signals.Maps. And one blinking red dot. “That’s you,”he said. I stared at it, NAH, I thought you said you looped it. “I did,”he replied.“But this isn’t from the same feed.This is something else.” Marcus’ expression darkened.“Explain.”