"Carrier waves. They came from that star right up there." Ayaan pointed.
Pierce tracked the other astronomer's hand toward the flicker of light outshining the nighttime sky.
He continued, "It's right in our backyard, yet all our readings come back negative."
"It's a theory..." Pierce stated as Ayaan slowly dropped his hand to his side, "but this spike, absorbing the entire electromagnetic frequency, could be an elaborate cloaking device. Nothing in nature does that!"
I’m strapped in nice and tight, no escape. The hard wood of the chair digging into my back as wrists and ankles are bound to its arms and legs. The metal cap and wet sponge sits on my nearly shaved head. The switch is thrown and the overhead lights flicker.
It has been days since they had lights and heating. The solar isn’t getting enough sun, they say. Hails and storms up there. Toxic air, toxic soil. The deep bunker is their only home. End of 21st century’s lifestyle.
A red sensor flicker excites everyone. It’s not the end yet.
FLICKER: The last candle tells stories in shadow-speak. One flicker - a wolf stalks the wall. Next - a lover's silhouette dissolves to smoke. Each guttering breath reveals new secrets until dawn threatens. The flame knows something, bending toward me now, whispering wax-truths I almost understand.
My granddaughter was sitting next to my bed, holding my hand and crying. She didn't realize that I'd awoken. "I love you, Grandma. I wish you'd live forever." I wanted to tell her it was okay, but I was too weak. Instead I smiled, giving her a flicker of hope.
PROMPT: FLICKER
THE TORCH
They were telling ghost stories around the campfire, holding a torch to illuminate their faces.
When it was his turn, he asked the forest spirits to show themselves, and the torch started flickering.
Everyone was convinced he could commune with the dead.
But really, the torch just needed new batteries… 🔦😎🔦
Haha the flickering torches are a constant on ghost investigations, always creepy but funny at the same time
That is so true. It happens all the time on those shows. And a lot of it may well be due to weak batteries. Haha... 😎
Microdosing - 50mg, "Flicker"
THE SPIKE
"Carrier waves. They came from that star right up there." Ayaan pointed.
Pierce tracked the other astronomer's hand toward the flicker of light outshining the nighttime sky.
He continued, "It's right in our backyard, yet all our readings come back negative."
"It's a theory..." Pierce stated as Ayaan slowly dropped his hand to his side, "but this spike, absorbing the entire electromagnetic frequency, could be an elaborate cloaking device. Nothing in nature does that!"
I’m strapped in nice and tight, no escape. The hard wood of the chair digging into my back as wrists and ankles are bound to its arms and legs. The metal cap and wet sponge sits on my nearly shaved head. The switch is thrown and the overhead lights flicker.
Microdosing - 50mg of a Flicker
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It has been days since they had lights and heating. The solar isn’t getting enough sun, they say. Hails and storms up there. Toxic air, toxic soil. The deep bunker is their only home. End of 21st century’s lifestyle.
A red sensor flicker excites everyone. It’s not the end yet.
A flicker of hope in a doomsday. Awesome stuff Olivia!
was he... a poor electrician? How did he pass, exactly...
lmao 🤣
Actually, I was sort of wondering the same thing...
Well he clearly couldn't fix lights very well, if they flickered so often that it made her remember him haha.
FLICKER: The last candle tells stories in shadow-speak. One flicker - a wolf stalks the wall. Next - a lover's silhouette dissolves to smoke. Each guttering breath reveals new secrets until dawn threatens. The flame knows something, bending toward me now, whispering wax-truths I almost understand.
As always Gloria, magnificent.
I love this one! Grandpa visiting through the wires!
Yup!
My granddaughter was sitting next to my bed, holding my hand and crying. She didn't realize that I'd awoken. "I love you, Grandma. I wish you'd live forever." I wanted to tell her it was okay, but I was too weak. Instead I smiled, giving her a flicker of hope.
Aw. So sad yet so wholesome.
That's me in a nutshell! 😅
Awww! I loved your story, Miguel.
The flicker woodpecker tapped insistently, its beak striking the aged bark with eerie precision.
With each rhythmic thud, the tree groaned, splintering to reveal a hollow. Inside lay a decayed body, eye sockets wide in eternal shock.
The woodpecker paused, then resumed tapping, feasting on the insects and grubs revealed.
One man's trash a woodpecker's treasure ?
Aw :)
Funny fifty words!
Thank you!
The spiritualist Madam Cassandra was used to Doubting Thomases.
“Of course the candle flickers, the window is half open.”
“It’s electric.”
“So the bulb is dying.”
“It’s unplugged.”
With that Gaspar signed the check, and the séance proceeded.
Those solar bulbs are keepers, thought Cassandra, leaving the blinds cracked part-way.
Nice nostalgic touch, Miguel!
Thank you, Dustin! Had to balance the darkness
Life’s nothing if not a balance between light and darkness.
Aww, Miguel. Jesus, you're getting me this week 😭
I'm sorry 🤣
For many years, the Whetted Whistle was your favorite weekend dive bar. You always looked forward to seeing your friends there.
This weekend was different.
You entered the bar, but no one was present, save for a ghastly man that was illuminated by a lamp’s flicker.
You quickly run out.