What is "flickering"

Usage examples of "flickering".

It was as if he could see Ado and the others standing there in the flickering torchlight, grim spectres at the feast that no amount of alcohol or take would erase.

The doors were aflare with flickering lights from within, and the unctuous smell of frying pork was on the air.

Its color, now more aquamarine than azure, was as inviting as its gently flickering surface.

He was ravenous for the buttermilk, and when he stretched on the bench in the arbour the flickering patches of sunlight so tantalized his tired eyes, while the bees made such splendid music, he was soon sound asleep.

Anji spotted several televisions flickering amidst the mess, each one an old valve job with a Bakelite casing and bulging screen.

Through the flickering orange flames, Beane chortled and trilled while holding Skyla tight to his bare bent body.

McAuliff, Sam Tucker, and Alison sat around a small bivouac table, the light of the dying fires flickering across their faces as they talked quietly.

The heat of their bodies insulated them from the chill of the cavelet, and the flickering firelight played over them both as darkness fell outside.

Celluloid shades could conclude with a million dollars, beach recliners, and cocktails decorated with festive small umbrellas, but what of those flickering, gorgeous phantasms subsequent to the final credits, when the theater is strewn with sad spilled popcorn, and the cinephiles have all gone home to work on last-minute dishes or bills before going quietly to their beds?

The sole light in her cell was that of a dismal lamp, which, by its uncertain flickering, only dissipated the almost palpable obscurity, in a sufficient degree more assuredly to point out the circumambient horrors.

Across the roofs the top floors of several high-rise apartment buildings, their windows flickering with light, loomed through the murky cityscape like the tips of icebergs.

Lyra and the Costas got there in time to sit at the front, and as soon as the flickering lights showed that the place was crammed, John Faa and Farder Coram came out on the platform and sat behind the table.

He glimpsed vaguely, as between the flickering of a dark flame, the broad faces of dwarfish mountaineers, whose number he could not judge.

The ectoplasm dispersed, its shining radiance flickering around the confines of the tomb like lightning.

The cars and buses trapped on the span were still immobile, Electro still paced the East Tower in a ball of light and the young blonde woman in the miniskirt still plummeted from the West Tower, again and again, each time almost hitting the water before flickering, disappearing, and reappearing at the apex of her plunge.