100 Days Of Sunlight Novels & Stories

By the time we reach the doorway, I already feel completely out of breath. I’m struck by dismay when I look up at the row of stairs in front of me. The ten narrow steps seem to stretch on forever and the thought of climbing them feels as daunting as climbing Mount Everest. Invidia pushes for me to step forward, and I reluctantly comply. With gritted teeth and shaky legs, I take an arduous step forward, only to suddenly find myself reflexively squinting and recoiling when my eyes are unexpectedly assaulted by bright light that has me sharply sucking in air. I do my best to blink away the sting in my eyes as they slowly adjust. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus enough for me to realise th

His pupils constricted slightly before adjusting. Hmm... the snow's reflection had been strong before, but never this intense. Ray froze. What did he see? Sunlight. The sun... was out? Damn—the sun was out! In disbelief, he excitedly woke everyone who had completed their evolution. When he told them about the sunlight, the girls were stunned, unable to believe it at first. But glancing out the window, they could faintly see the sun. Suddenly, excitement and exhilaration filled the room. What gives life to everything? The sun—or more precisely, sunlight. Sunlight provides the energy for all life to grow.

Dara’s eyes opened due to the bangs of the alarm. The brightest rays of the sun entered the room and the cool breeze coming from the half opened window lifted the curtains made of fine cloth up in the air. “Uh another boring day!” sighed Dara as she got up from the bed. She moved towards the calendar on her wall and crossed 14th May on the calendar with a marker, “Just four more days to go.” She ran downstairs to the kitchen to have her breakfast, “Morning Mom! Morning Dad!” she grabbed up an apple.

*[SFX: SUN. THEN PANCAKES. THEN HOME.]* *9:14 AM. [SFX: KITCHEN. THEN NOISE. THEN HOME.]* Kitchen. Not hospital. Not 3:01 PM. Not court. Saturday. Weekend. Rule 1 day. Sun. Through windows. Real sun. Not hospital fluorescents. Ivy. Island. 3 years, 4 months, 1 day. Flour on face. Elbows in batter. “I’m making pancakes for 8!”

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

The light hit the earth below and bathed Novemton in its glow and warmth. "Look!" "It's the sun!" "Haha, it's the sun! We're finally seeing the sun again after eighteen years!" Cheers erupted throughout the cities as the populace rejoiced at the sight of the sun that had been absent for nearly two decades. With the shadows driven away, life across the land awakened. Green plants eagerly broke through the soil, reaching for the warmth above. The mighty eagle, Marissa in eagle form, had brought a light that vanquished the darkness and bathed the world in sunlight once more.

In this house, she lived like a high-end housekeeper. As for me, I barely left my room except to eat. I cleaned out the storage room until it was spotless. Even though it was still packed with old furniture, the sunlight there was perfect. I often dragged a chair to the window and sat there for hours, basking in the sun, like an old man waiting for the end. Sometimes Jonathan would pass by my door. When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything.

Jasmine Pov: The sunlight directly fall on my face peeking through the drapes of the window, sunlight itself have many advantages, but for me it brings out a new day which should be done with a fresh start, it's rays indicate that the day which consists of bad memories is gone by giving a new ray of hope.

Hand on her back. Maya looked out the window. The sun was rising. Sixteen years of darkness. Finally, light.