Just Light Novels & Stories

Because now she felt like he was almost like Jake. Maybe all brothers were similar. Marvin found some Arclights and gave them to Lia and Aster. Lia had Arclights. The True Hate fans had their light stick called Arclight. It was a mushroom that had mood lighting. It could sense the nearest nightstick and form a shade that was not the same but complementary to it. It made everyone's Arclight look as if they were staring at a rainbow. Aster had an Arclight too. He just tweaked it so fast that no one understood.

Eyes locked on those five words. The room felt colder suddenly. Laptop light the only thing bright in the dark.

I am sending you this letter to ask if you would tell me what the summer light is. He had read this message twice and then a third time. He had written to Ruth: please tell her that the summer light in the corner comes from above rather than from the side. In summer the sun is high and the north window gives the ceiling rather than the floor. The corner is not lit from the left in summer — the north light in summer is the reflection of the high sun from the sky above, the room slightly brighter without the angle that makes the winter light quiet. The summer corner is less quiet than the winter corner.

Just a little. Just enough.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

it’s so blonde; it reminds me of the sun. And just like that, I feel that light is getting through my darkness again.

I couldn't get a full breath. "Hello? Anyone? I swear to God, if this is a prank, it's not funny." Then I heard it… the snickers from the darkness. It continued, then it came from everywhere. "Let me out of here this instant!" Once I said that, the lights came on from every corner. The lights were 50,000-lumen corn bulbs. Fixed strategically in every part of the room. It was too bright, all of them. My eyes burned. I squeezed them shut and still saw red through my lids.

But the light Flickered. And went out.

Sloane didn't move— just pressed closer. Her forehead against his chest, her face hot and wet with tears. "Turn on... the light. Please..." Lennox's hand reached to the nightstand, and with one motion, clicked the lamp on. It wasn't bright— just a warm, soft glow. The kind of light that belonged in the corner of a childhood home, after a bad dream. The shadows melted into a quiet amber haze, blurring the sharp edges of the night. Sloane squinted at the sudden light,

The world narrowed to the white light on front of me. And then…