Friday Flashback: The Shining (1980)By: The Nightly Storyteller
Monologue – The Flash of Madness The air was sharp with cold, every breath dragging frost into my lungs ❄️. Nyra walked ahead, her coat fluttering like a shadow given life. Seraphine’s eyes darted from one ruin to the next, scanning for signs of the Threxil. The Clatchi trailed behind, muttering in its strange, wet language, every syllable sounding like it was being spoken through an echoing cave. We had been walking for hours. The world was quiet — too quiet — until it wasn’t. ⚡ FLASH! A searing burst of light tore through my vision. My knees buckled. I thought it was only one burst — a trick of the eyes — but when my vision steadied, Nyra’s voice cut through the cold: > “It wasn’t one… it was three.” ⚡FLASH! ⚡FLASH! ⚡FLASH! Each strike rattled the ground beneath me, clawing at my mind. And then… it stepped out. The Threxil — pale, shifting, its body made of smoke and shapes I couldn’t name — hovered inches from my face. It didn’t move. It didn’t need to. Its eyes (or w...