A Wilderness Of Stars Novels & Stories

The night was shrouded in darkness, with the moon casting an ethereal glow on the surrounding wilderness. I was alone, sitting on a piece of moss, my eyes fixed on the celestial carpet above me. I became obsessed with studying the stars, finding consolation and a sense of familiarity in their sparkling glow. Little did I know that tonight, under their watchful eye, I would stumble over secrets that would shake my world. The night had started like any other. After a tense battle against rival wolves, the pack that had kidnapped me retreated to the camp. As a prisoner, I was expected to follow all orders, but my fascination with the night sky was an escape from the reality of my situation.

I looked over at Izaac, he was looking at the scenery in front of us. It’s in the middle of a forest, there was a waterfall now covered in ice. The sun has already fallen on the horizon with hues of pink and red painted up the sky. The thick snow became a blanket to the ground. Dead trees were decorated with snow and ice spikes. It was breathtaking. “How do you do this?” I asked, never taking my sight from the wintery forest. I could feel Izaac shifting his position, leaning back on the roof. “I don’t know, I just do it. I simply create the scene in my mind and it happens, like I’m just changing a TV channel. Look at this,” He raised his hand and snapped his finger.

The place was deserted. not another car or tent in sight. Rain streamed off the canopy over the tent. The sealed plastic bags Jacob had brought were beaded with rain. She was soaked to the skin. but too flushed and agitated to feel cold. Jacob's gleaming hair was plastered to his head. Raindrops slid down over the beautifully sculpted planes of his grim face. Twilight was deepening. Charcoal gray clouds sat heavily on the hills above them, smothering the horizon in a thick, blurry fog that muffled the sound of the cars passing on the nearby highway. There was no other sound but the

She’d have to carry those scars forever. Maia sighed as tears started filling her eyes and running down her face. She was free. Finally, After so many painful and traumatizing years, she was free. She might be going to an orphanage, but she would never have to see her father again. She took a deep breath, taking it all in. Her life was only beginning.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

She turned to see a beautiful stranger staring at her with an innocent smile on his beautiful face. "May I have this dance?", he said hoarsely, holding out an open palm to her. She nodded and placed her tiny manicured hand on his large one, walking by him to the dancefloor where they went into the position of waltzing. "I'm Omari", he smiled again. She could already feel that weird feeling in her stomach, her cheeks were getting hot.

And like a defeated soul, I sluggishly ducked out my head from the window. I watched him wind up the glass as I took unsteady steps backward. I tried steadying my steps but my knees felt really wobbly and my body wasn't any better. I think that's what happens when reality hits you brutally, giving you no heads-up. My vision was clouded with tears and I could barely fathom where I was headed but I just didn't wanna remain at that scene any longer. “Shelly..“ A voice echoed in my head and I staggered to a stop and turned around.

And immediately, her whole body felt sparked, consumed by raging fire, like dry tinder sparked by lightning. Behind him, she saw the famous Piazza San Marco, toward the tall red campanile and the famous domed white basilica that was as exotic as anything in Cairo or Istanbul. The hour was late, the night was magic, the tourists had melted away into the mists, leaving the two of them alone, drenched in moonlight beside the water.

It was a way to welcome the guests with warmth as the surrounding would be cold as soon as they entered the area of the mountainsides. But the two souls seemed to have found the warmth they were longing for in the embrace of each others' arms. The light from the fire made the place even more romantic. Words were lost. Their souls seemed to connect. Or it may only be the lust that ruled above their sanity, but neither of the two wanted to sober up and stop whatever they were about to do.