Yellow Flash Novels & Stories

My body is loving the break from all the walking and standing. Then the strangest thing happens, the floor around me comes alive. But it’s not the green of my eyes this time. Or the twined metal and obsidian flowers of the Senator. It’s a liquid yellow. Like a lion’s mane. The color of molten sunlight. Malachi.

I whisper, trying to explain to my mind what I might be seeing. She ignores me and looks at the words on the screen. After about five seconds, the screen disappears. She again presses a button, but this time a yellow one. Three beeps sound out, and multiple lights begin to flash over me. As they flash, they change color and grow in brightness until I have to shut my eyes. As soon as my eyes close, my other senses begin to focus on what is happening to my body.

I turned back to the coffee maker, finally getting the filter in place but not before I felt it, that flash of heat behind my eyes. And I knew without looking that my eyes had flashed gold for just a second. What am I?

What was being displayed however wasn't the first time I had been seen, or foreseen. It started off as blinking lights before clip scenes were being added into the fractions of the light which glowed and dimmed. With the flash of a scene, a stone was seen. It reflected two colors, bright orange at the top and purple at the side below. The purple color seemed to have been the reflection of a purple body which light was being fashioned on, at a corner. This however wasn't the only thing seen. I wasn't seen in just image clips, rather what was seen in the dreams of this lady moved in frames.

I couldn't see him through the red waves that had claimed the spot he had fallen into. Sudden memories flashed into my mind, memories of blood and death. I hated the sight of blood and I realized then I was having a panic attack. “He’s dying," I whispered to myself. Get in! save him! My mind screeched to my frozen joints. Closing my eyes I regulated my breathing, throwing off my jersey and knowing if I thought it over I wouldn’t do it and so, I blindly dived in, trying to see through all the red, but trying not to think about it too much, think about swimming in blood.

But as I tear them away to see what the new threat could be, the ice-blue lightning vanishes to leave orange afterimages dancing over my retinas. As the images die, I look up to the source of the lightning. Click! The camera light flickers. It flickers again, then winks out. And the darkness is complete. Darkness falls.

~SYLVER A thousand memories flashed through my head, yet I couldn't pick out what exactly was going on. My head felt heavy. I could hear sounds—screams, cries and laughter. Then it all went past me again. It was like trying to catch a single streak of color from a pack of rainbows. Everything flashed before my eyes, yet nothing stayed long enough to make sense. —That was until her face appeared. Nyra. She looked different. Her eyes were glowing a bright red color and she had fangs... Then she attacked me.

She turned back, desperate to point at him, at the proof she wasn't losing her mind. But he was gone. Her pulse stuttered. 'Was she really hallucinating?'. "He was just here….." Sylvia raised a brow. "he?" a scoff slipped out. "You really are losing it, aren't you?" Fallon's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Because suddenly, between the neon flicker of a shop sign and the shifting crowd, two eyes gleamed in the reflection of the glass behind Sylvia. Not human eyes. Lurid, searing, a color that didn't belong to this world.

Flynn could see that a narrow path was flanked by a quite vast pool of clear waters, the candle flames glimmering on it. He whipped his head around the environment in a bid to search for who had spoken earlier but it rather seemed that he was the only one in the hall before a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him that he had to shield his hands over his head to protect his eyes from the light’s intensity.

I'm surprised Crimson didn't complain more, but I guess he just completely accepted how there was no way he could get away. While I was waiting for them, I noticed a bright yellow shade at the corner of my eye. I turned my head to look at where it was coming from and saw the light bulb girl from earlier. She was about to enter a car, but then she noticed me looking at her. She smiled, but she didn't look happy at all. Instead, her smile was melancholic. As she looked away and entered the car, her colors slowly faded. That bright yellow shade around her appeared, only to vanish just some time later.