Beautiful Blue Sky Background Novels & Stories

The issue was that we knew there wasn't any sure way to take Acelia down. Yes, we were being hopeful, but I couldn't shut that voice that told me Acelia and Alex had something prepared for us and we had no bloody idea. I gazed out of the expansive glass window of my flat, my sight fixated on the vibrant hues of the early evening sky. Layers of cerulean blue melted seamlessly into streaks of fiery orange and soft pink, producing a magnificent canvas that stretched across the horizon. I took in a deep breath as I took in the beautiful sight above me.

The rubbish I'm trying to explain is that you are the light in my dark world, the crazy color… God, I'm saying rubbish again. 'It's okay,' I giggled. 'Messages received. Can I see my surprise now?' 'Of course,' he removed the blindfold. 'Wow,' I breathed. The sun was setting on the lake so beautifully, giving it a shimmering glow. The lake looked like a thousand stars were dwelling on top of it, like the moon goddess–if existing–favored it. The sky, now that is another exceptional thing. The golden skyline was filled with vivid blues and pinks, and softer hues of violet and rose and lavender. The clouds took the pinks and roses and the rest the sky itself.

She leaves my room and goes downstairs and into the kitchen. I brush my teeth and take a bath , get dressed in a sundress and criss-cross sandals since it's sunny outside. As I go down, I call my best friend to ask if he is ready. He picks up my phone at the first ring, like always. " Are you ready?" I ask. "Hello to you too... How are you?... Oh, I am fine . Thanks for asking. " JER aka my best friend replies.

I flip onto my back and just float. The water holds me up, and I stare at the sky. It's that impossibly clear, perfect blue, the kind that makes your chest feel light. A few lazy white clouds drift by, like cotton candy someone spun and let go. The birds in the trees sound like they’re having a party, and the sun - Goddes, the sun is warm on my skin. It feels like a promise.

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.

“Stop moving.” “You stop moving,” I said. Elara wiped a tear from her eye. “They grow up so fast.” Marek turned to her. “Please do not encourage this.” I leaned in until the circle was inches from my face. Inside the light, something shifted. A change in color. A tilt of perspective. A glimpse of sky. Not Earth sky. Not winter sky. High Realm sky. The swirling blue gold mix, touched with floating frost dust. The kind of sky that breathed magic and shimmered like a living painting.

‎ ‎Before long, the bus came to a stop in a wide, open space, and the tourists quickly rushed off the bus. ‎I stared at the sky in front of me, utterly stunned by the breathtaking sight.The landscape here is vast and open. The sky stretches endlessly, almost as if it’s hovering just above the ground, so close you feel like you could reach out and touch it. Blues, purples, and greens merge into the Aurora, an infinite expanse filling the entire sky, interspersed with white nebulae that resemble a deep, unfathomable Milky Way shimmering and graceful. ‎

Sky pointed at the mountains that lined around the lake. "They are so majestic! The snow up there looks like super sweet sugar sprinkles." Sky cupped her cheeks, closed her eyes for a moment while tilting her head. "And look at how the sky reflected on the surface of the lake! It's like a super wide mirror. I feel like I can walk on it. Oh, Mama? Is that a cloud?"

The detail was so exquisite I had to blink to remind myself they weren’t moving. My eyes drifted upward, and I gasped softly. The ceiling was no ordinary ceiling; it was a painted sky, depicting the day coming to an end. The realism of it all made one feel small, just by looking at it. Dusky clouds stretched across it, streaked in gentle purples and burnt oranges, mimicking the exact moment the sun kisses the earth goodbye. It looked so real, I half expected a bird to come soaring through it.

I miss that place, honestly. I closed my eyes, and created a vivid image in my mind. I feel like I know how to start. The color I need, green, light, dark, orange, white for the flowers. Light blue and Dark blue for the sky. Lily, it would be better if her dress was white with a little cream.