A Tale Of A Thousand Stars Novels & Stories

Then one by one— the lanterns rose. Not all at once. Slowly. Gently. A thousand tiny lights lifting into the darkness. Then ten thousand. Then more. Messages carried upward beneath the Quiet Stars. Thank-yous. Apologies. Promises. Love. So much love. The sky filled with it. A living constellation born from ordinary people refusing to leave important things unsaid. I released my lantern beside everyone else. The little light drifted upward. Joining countless others. The river sparkled below.

He finishes with a tremble in his voice. "Oh my God! Poor girl!" I look at my mother as she walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder in comfort. My dad rolls his eyes at the story, at how pathetic the big and bad gang looks and how I look over one simple girl. She isn't simple at all, though. She is a star that shines brighter than the sun. ************************************************************** Most of us are still in the living room, desperately waiting for news about her: Ethan, Damien, Zander, Connor, and myself.

--- That night, after the celebration ended and Aurora slept, they sat together on the cabin's porch. The sky was clear, the stars brilliant, the moon full and bright. The barrier shimmered in the distance, a soft golden glow that kept them safe. "Look at that sky." Lena leaned against Kael. "So many stars. Each one a story." "Each one a hope." Caspian's voice was soft. "Each one a dream that someone somewhere is wishing." "What is our story?" Lena asked. "What will they say about us? In a hundred years? In a thousand?"

As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, a celestial spectacle unfolded above them. The night sky transformed into a canvas adorned with streaks of light as shooting stars blazed across the horizon. The pack members gazed in awe, their hearts filling with wonder and a sense of connection to the vast expanse of the universe. Emily, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe."

They saw the face of Elena Vane, smiling in the Siberian snow. ​A man the same one who had caught the first spore, stepped forward. He was no longer covered in soot; the Bloom had washed his skin clean. "We were told the stars were made of 'Unobtainable Wealth.' We were told we had to work until we died just to look at them." ​"The stars are made of the same thing you are," Kaelen told him, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. "And the only thing you owe the universe is to Thrive."

Sort of. My fingers fumbled toward the nightstand. I grabbed the glass of water Rosa always left there and downed half of it in one breath. But the shaking didn’t stop. I turned toward the small shelf near the window and reached for a book. The only thing that could slow my mind down enough to breathe. I flipped the lamp on. Its golden glow bathed the cover in warmth. “The Kingdom of Soft Stars.” A children’s fairytale. Sweet. Magical. It was about a young girl named Elara who could speak to the stars. But the stars only whispered at night—and only if you were brave enough to be alone in the dark.

I lift my head to stare at the trillions of stars gracing the night sky. The moon illuminates our small figures. I hold Theia close to me. She passed out the second we arrived on Earth, but it’s understandable considering her little body couldn’t withstand the pressure of the portal.

the little girl muttered as she linked ten fingers. With that sentence, Wendy took her son to lie down and continued their sleep. “Keep believing… then one day your wish will come true.” The window was closed, this time locked tightly. Two special stars are still twinkling in the sky, their light slowly fades, the center circle shrinks, and is finally swallowed up by the rays of the Sun. ***

New York Vanessa sighed and frowned at her best friend who had shamelessly intruded into her workplace to convince her to attend a dinner date with her. "Woah girl don't give me that look, okay? I am just asking you for a favour." Megan pouted her lips and gave Vanessa the most effective puppy face look. "You are asking me to go on a blind date—" Cutting her off, Megan shrugged her shoulders. "Well, it really isn't a blind date—" when Vanessa gave her a very weird look, she added, "I mean it isn't a blind date for me."