Blinking Light Win Romane & Geschichten

My eyelids lift just a bit and a stark white light enters into my retina, making me wince and I shut them close again. I open them again and blink several times, letting them adjust to the light. Once they do, I expect to see the pink walls of my room stare back at me. I expect to see all my colorful posters make an appearance on the wall in front of me, but that doesn't happen. There are grey walls and the ceiling is white in this room. It's so boring.

Before sighing, I pressed my thumb against my forehead. The light began to blink, turning on and off, making the face darker in the process. "What is going on?" Merry shared the expression with me. "No need to worry; I will contact management right away!" The poster that was pinned against the elevator door contains emergency numbers. The elevator halted, and the lights began to blink. My head began to spin with these blinking lights, and my fingers did not touch the emergency phone numbers. My body stepped back, pressed against the elevator door. The lights turned off!

Friendships, bonds, companionship, as I said, these things are important to us all. High above Blake's head, a small glass orb of light was flickering. I looked up, feeling the first prickles of dread creeping up my neck. Seeing that my attention had been drawn elsewhere, Blake craned to look upwards too, his gaze finding the tiny light that was blinking on and off. He looked at it, expressionless, only a slight arching of his brow showing a vague interest in the flickering light.

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

AVA ​The glowing green indicator on my secondary monitor wasn't supposed to blink. ​It was five in the morning. The penthouse was filled with the soft, comforting scent of warming vanilla milk and the rhythmic, distant breathing of Blake and Brooke sleeping in the nursery. Justice was at the kitchen island, quietly reviewing his molecular chemistry flashcards for the Denmark decathlon, a highlighter clamped between his teeth. Everything was peaceful. Everything was routine. ​Then, the unobtrusive background program Marcus had inadvertently taught me to build two years ago in Philadelphia let out a sharp, silent crimson pulse.

Outside, a streetlamp stood on the corner, its light already off in the daylight. I uncapped the pen and let the tip hover in the air, not touching glass or paper, just… *ready.* I thought, *flicker.* Not a command shouted. It's more like a suggestion whispered at reality’s ear. For a second, nothing happened. Then, the bulb in the streetlamp blinked. Once. Twice. A soft, shy stutter of light, like a nervous tick. Then it steadied, off again in the morning sun as if nothing had occurred.

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

It started to beep. A small, red light blinked in the darkness. The hunt was not over. It was just starting.

A blinking red light on top. 3... 2... 1…. Everything went white.

“I’ll take my trophy now.” “No trophy. Just sit down before the lights go off again.” But I spoke too soon. The storm returned. It came so heavily with loud wind, hard rain, and the sky flashed again. The lights blinked again and went off. I groaned. “See? You jinxed it.” he chuckled but made no move to go out to fix it. I looked up after a while noticing the silence , and the space beside me empty, and found Blake standing by the window. He was holding a glass of wine and staring out at the rain like he was in a sad movie. The soft candlelight made everything look extra calm.