Battle Creek Skyward Novels & Stories

Big Bend — desert. Michigan dunes — sand. And one under D.C. itself. Rowan stops typing. “Under D.C.?” “Of course it is,” Draven mutters. “They built on top of it.” Sky walks in, Creek behind her, both covered in soil. Hope — the sapling — grew three feet overnight. Its silver leaves now chime when the wind hits. “It’s calling them,” Sky says softly. “I can hear it at night. Like a lullaby. Wake up. Wake up.”

Sky turned around and bid goodbye to everybody by waving hands before leaving the house. After a drive of few hours, Steve stopped the car near a cliff. It’s Malibu Creek State Park, Santa Monica Mountains around 2’400 feet above sea level perfect for stargazing and galaxy hunting. One can get a perfect and close-up view of stars, no building to obstruct their view and no city lights, just deep dark space over their head and pin-drop silence. Even Steve was awestruck with the scene as he stepped out of the car and couldn’t stop himself from praising the place. ‘It’s just wow, my Sky have a different choice.’

The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did. When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box. It wasn't his. Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back. "For Lark's first solo." Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago. Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes. Below that was a printed photograph. Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly toward her.

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

I went in there and took all the security measures that were recommended; when the toy started to rotate it was gradual, little by little I could feel that we were leaving the place, slowly, my eyes roamed all the space around us; the couple in the seat above us and two friends below; as we approached the top, I felt like we were floating and going higher and higher; adrenaline was replaced by fear as our seat began to move so slowly that we seemed to be standing there; a thin, involuntary scream rose from my throat at the exact moment that our seat seemed to move in the air; Benjamim grabbed my hand tightly and asked me to stay calm, that this was part of the experience. I took a deep breat

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

Scrolling through the other messages, I finally found a peaceful spot. Lorne: [Good morning, Chloe. I'm coming to pick you up. Don't forget sunscreen today. The sun is really strong.] I: [Got it.] Feeling bored, I clicked into his private page and scrolled through his posts until I came across an invitation, with the caption: [Here we go.] I sat up straight, staring at the invitation. Then a laugh escaped my mouth because it was an invitation to a private gathering from the Lockhart family. No wonder...

’ Thoughts like this ease his pain every time his father would degrade him as if he was not his child but a mere tool used to destroy the powerhouse of the Nether World. Apollo Sky was about to stand when he saw a couple of looming shadows along with their gigantic white- feathered wings landing onto the wide landing strip were nothing but a fountain was placed. Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat.

Stevie I lean back against the cool stone of the overlook and tip my face up toward the sky, letting the thin autumn sun warm my cheeks. The clouds move slow today, stretched and lazy, like they don’t know a war is coming. Like the world isn’t holding its breath. Below me, in the training yard, Sky stands awkwardly among a cluster of kids his age. Teenagers, technically. Almost-grown wolves with too-long limbs and too-loud voices. He doesn’t quite fit the circle they’ve formed. He never does.

(PRINCES) ‘There are only two times that I want to be with you. It’s now and forever.’ ----- Anonymous ----- “SKY!” Greeted by Andrea as he and Mark waited for his ever-mischievous cousin with Bea in two for their first day of being an official adult and into the opening ceremony for the freshmen of the RKU. Sky waves back, who in turn is also excited for the day. While he on the other hand is having doubts if he would want to attend the opening ceremony after successfully finding his way out of Clay’s clutches and temporarily keeping his distance from him for the entire week after crashing himself into Mark’s dorm room. Like playing cat and mouse chase as he is the mouse in the game, for th