Carla would walk home from work everyday, always after dark. The sun set early in Arizona, and rose even earlier. When she would get home, the cozy homes on her street would be quiet. The only light was a flickering street lamp.

This upset Carla, for many reasons. The street light would turn off and on rapidly, wait, then flicker again. It made the walk home much darker, more annoying, and, most ...

It’s been two hours since my wife left home for the grocery store. Her perfume no longer lingers around me. The television is paused to the latest episode of Breaking Bad. As the sun sets, my body sinks into the couch, trapped in boredom. I’ve texted and called to no avail. Only one option is available for me, and that is to wait.

Across my street, flickers of light from a failing street lamp kee...

In doing so, he is informed of confidential information regarding the United States presidential election. Secrets from both parties are starting to surface, someone is plotting to take the source out! The protagonist has a great deal of history in the US army, a particular set of skills, and must protect this source at all costs!...

Jordan had always hated the flickering streetlight outside their house. It buzzed like a dying insect, and its erratic blinking cast unsettling shadows in their living room. Night after night, the light would stutter, as though it were gasping for attention, and night after night, Jordan cursed it under their breath.

One particularly sleepless evening, armed with a mug of cooling coffee and too m...

What is the pack’s goal? How does technology intertwine? What other magic exists in the world?

—— Part of a larger work —-

Maeve lay in bed cursing her luck; shit had been going sideways for a while now and the last thing she wanted was to cost both bodies the opportunity for any sleep and any productivity. That damn light was just too much; constantly flickering and blaring. If she had the fun...

An old lady down the street used to take care of me when I was young. My parents used to tell me about how dangerous it was to leave me alone, but I always thought it odd. The lady, Mrs. Berry, always brought butterscotch candies, which is usual for those of her age, and I enjoyed her company.

Her family, opposite of my own, always seemed odder still, and though I never like to judge too much, he...

“I know this isn’t the best street in town, but this is getting ridiculous.”

…Is what Dex would have said if there was anyone around to complain to.

The broken streetlight wouldn’t have been a problem if his apartment was on the other side of the dingy building. Hell, if he was just a floor or two higher he could have made peace with it. But the only stupid window in his stupid 2nd floor studio ...

“Fucking thing,” I scoffed, glaring at the flickering street lamp across the street from my bedroom window.

I gripped my pencil and scratched down another letter with every flash, and then the pattern restarted. I held the paper in front of my face, squinted, and tried to make out my own writing.

After a few moments I violently crumpled up the piece of paper and hurled it on the ground like a me...

That lamp

Tamp tamp

It’s code

Go slow

The meaning

It’s seeming

To say

To stay

Away...

The rain was coming down hard now, bouncing off the tin roof. The air was sticky and thick. One spot in the corner leaked. It had ever since I could remember. We’d always just emptied the metal bucket and put it back before the next rain. Maybe I should get that fixed. Just because my father didn’t, doesn’t mean I can’t. I could be proactive. But what was the point? This house had to already be sa...