Flicker

Flicker

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication lun., août 11, 2025
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Fiction
Science-fiction
Mots-clésmysteryreality
I'm Derek. Twenty-three. Coffee addict. Graveyard-shift survivor in the sleepless streets of Manila. I thought my life was nothing but calls, caffeine, and the occasional nap on the bus home-until the night I blinked... and appeared in my kitchen. Turns out, I can teleport. Anywhere I've been. Anywhere I've seen. No limits. No side effects. The world's my map-and I'm the glitch in the system. At first, it was a dream come true. Late for work? Flicker straight to my station. Craving home-cooked food? Flicker to my mom's dining table. Manila traffic? Not my problem. But one night, I flickered to a place I thought I knew- ...and found something waiting for me that I never expected.
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My name is Lila, the last of the Grays. The Glass Man murdered my family seven years ago, and I've been running ever since. He finds me in my dreams and tells me I'm not human. I argue with him, because it's absurd. So what if I can sense and control other people's minds and change my appearance at will? It doesn't mean I'm like him. I try to save lives, while the Glass Man kills on a whim. When he's close, I feel our combined potential, like a nuclear bomb with the power to wipe out the human race. Maybe that's why he's looking for me. Or maybe he wants to kill me, too. Before my time runs out, I have to find out why mother left me her music box. It holds answers-I know it. Although I'm tired, I have to keep moving. Keep scrounging for food. Keep dodging bullets. Keep ahead of him. It should be an easy decision, if not for the part of me that wants him as badly as he wants me.

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