Yellow Flash Novels & Stories

And that was all I needed. I grabbed her chin, gently, but firmly. Forcing her to look at me. And when our eyes locked, I saw it again. That flicker. That soft, haunted thing that had no business being in her eyes now. That used to be just for me. I shouldn’t have touched her. I Shouldn’t have even wanted her right now. But I do want her. So I let my thumb drag across her bottom lip causing her to gasp. And just like that, I was hard.

The screen flashed a specific sequence of blue light, a visual anchor designed to reset his optical nerves. "If you'll look at the third quadrant," she said softly, her eyes locked onto his. "You’ll see that the 'instability' the board is worried about is merely a projected fluctuation. It’s controlled. It’s part of the Protocol." Silas blinked. The blue light hit his retinas, and the "Silas" program rebooted. He took a sharp, shallow breath, and the winter-sea grey returned to his eyes. He looked down at the tablet, his mind rapidly catching up to the narrative Lyra had provided.

The enemy was relentless, and with each mile, their onslaught only intensified. Suddenly, a blinding flash lit up the side of the road, just ahead of us. My heart lurched as a spike strip glinted in the van’s headlights, stretched across the asphalt like a venomous trap, teeth gleaming in the darkness. Our driver swerved sharply, narrowly missing the spikes as the van skidded sideways, tires squealing as the back end fishtailed. Jason threw out an arm, bracing me against the seat as we corrected our path, the van finally straightening with a jarring jolt.

I don’t see anything. Something gurgles before she can answer, and I do see it. The liquid is draining into the ground very slowly. Just like any liquid would. I open my mouth to tell Eva she’s missing the clouds for the silver linings again. Bright, golden light flashes like a single burst of fire. I wince and shut my eyes. Gasps echo through the crowd. ‘Hollis, look!’ Eva says in my head.

Pink screen lights up my face. Emergency Flash Offer ♡ $1000 – 15 minutes – Entire shuttle (11 passengers + driver) Accept? I tap YES before I even look up. The effect is instant. Every head swivels. Eleven pairs of eyes glaze over like slot machines hitting jackpot. The driver’s foot slips off the brake and the shuttle lurches, then stops again in the middle of the street. A low chorus of groans ripples through the air. “Need to… adjust her seat,” someone mutters.

I clench my teeth as white flashes flash in my vision. “MAKE IT STOP!” I scream as I rip the door open and fall out on to the road. I scream before it turns to a howl. I convulse on the floor. Fighting whatever is happening to me. Rolling to my knees, I pant as my claws slip out and I growl loudly, fighting to gain control of myself. When I’m hit with flashing images and I scream out in pain, clutching my head as my claws rake down my face.

(Flashback) I was driving home, the city lights blurring into indistinct streaks of gray, my thoughts consumed by the complexities of a pending merger. The world around me was a muted landscape, a consequence of the monochromacy disorder that had plagued me since childhood. The vibrant hues that others took for granted – the fiery sunsets, the lush green of the trees, the brilliant blue of the sky – were lost to me, replaced by a spectrum of black, white, and shades of gray.

"Flashes? Can you describe them a bit more? What do you see or feel during these flashes?" I tried to find the right words to describe it, to let her know exactly as I felt, "It's like fragmented images and emotions. I see places I don't recognize, and people I can't remember, but they all feel so real, so intense. Sometimes, there's fear, other times sadness, anger, and pain. It's overwhelming and confusing because I can't make sense of it all."

Her eyes darted around frantically, as though she was still searching for another excuse. After Zach’s assistant showed him another video, she completely wilted. The video came from my neighbor’s security camera. It clearly showed that I had never touched Ruby. She had thrown herself into the pile of broken glass. Every vicious thing she said to me while Zach was not around was also captured clearly for everyone to hear. Unable to hold back any longer, Zach shoved Ruby away when she tried to throw herself at him again. “Get out!”

I splashed some against my face, sighing in relief. I looked back at the mirror at my reflection, asides the dark spots that was dotting the space below my eyes, I looked okay. My cheeks were rosy and smooth and my lips was more plumper. I peered closer at my eyes, zoning in on the dark bags underneath. Then it happened, it came like a flash but I saw it clearly. I gasped, taking a step back and blinked. What was that? Slowly, I moved towards the mirror again, peering closer. The flash of purple came again, more brighter than the first time and I gasped, but this time it was of pain.