“The streetlight outside my house is flickering like crazy! Can you help me Dad?”

“Uh… What would you like me to do about it? Rather, what do you think I can do about it, my darling daughter?”

“Argh! I don’t know. But you know all about electricity and that sort of stuff.”

“Sure. But I’m not a city engineer or anything like that.”

He heard Amelia sigh. “Yeah. I know. But it’s just bee...

It’s been at least two or three days since that lamp in front of my house has started flickering. It’s been at least two or three days since I’ve lost my mind.

Usually, something like this doesn’t bother me. At least, not as much as others. Unfortunately for me, the window in which I look to for inspiration is positioned riiiiiiight in front of the lamp.

I think I’ve named it, by this time. A Pa...

Flickering street light it must be some kind of cold grab his paper started jotting down tougher morse code

Dot dot dot its the letter I I then an m then a then m then s then o then r then r then y

He was shocked

Finally it read I’m sorry...

Per settimane, il lampione davanti alla casa di Alex era stato una fonte costante di irritazione. Ogni sera, mentre sedeva vicino alla finestra con una tazza di tisana alla camomilla, i bagliori irregolari si infiltravano attraverso le tende, interrompendo la sua tranquillità. Aveva chiamato l’ufficio manutenzione del comune tre volte. Ogni volta, aveva ricevuto la stessa risposta indifferente: “M...

The first fall of snow was on October 29th at precisely 6:31 AM. Fiore Calligaris happened to be sitting on his porch at that very moment. He figured it was far too early for snow, but honestly, he didn’t care at all.

He was more annoyed—no, scratch that—_infuriated_ by the streetlight across from his house. It had been broken for over a month, incessantly flickering. To make it worse, it wasn’t ...

I don’t know Morse code, but I know enough that it is. This flickering streetlight was on my last nerve, but this could mean the end of the world to someone.

Dot, Dot, Dot, Dot - H

Dot - E

A bunch of dots? What could that mean to me? The dots were quick flickers, annoying you see. HE could mean many things. But HE wasn’t the end of the flickering.

Dot, Dash, Dot, Dot - L

Dot, Dash, Dash, Do...

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...