Beautiful Day A Novel Novels & Stories

Andrew said with muffled giggles, put on his shades, and walked away from the devastated Pia Drew Barcenilla. Pia Drew was eating a sandwich in the canteen, feeling sleepy, tired from her Class, from the shameful experience earlier in the morning, and from all the things that have been happening to her that seemed like a dream she wished she'll wake up from. Her best friend Nikki saw her. "Pia Drew!" Pia Drew waved at her, showing no interest, and in an instant, Nikki was already sitting in front of her. "Hey, girl have you read the latest news today?"

“Hello, sweetheart. Aunt Willa can’t wait to hold you.” “I think this kid is thrilled to see you.” I chuckled. “I’m so excited. How’s the room decoration going on?” “Still working on it.” I noticed a new painting. A mysterious woman on a beautiful landscape in the sunset. “That’s beautiful.” “Really?” She blinked. I saw the gaiety in her eyes. “Yeah. It’s the quietness, the contentment, and the beauty that is represented in the landscape and the sunset, of course. The woman is happy in her life.”

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

Living in black and white has its pros and cons and the grey can be complicated but it is worth everything. I exit the restaurant as soon as I get free. Dusk is falling with hues of red and orange. Plinio must not be at the apartment, so I decide to walk. I come across a stationary shop and I buy a diary with a dark blue cover. My legs have produced an aching amount of lactic acid and the sun has set when I reach his apartment. I am met with Dalton in the elevator, again. But this time I know he's blind hence the stick in his hands.

An hour and a half later, they were at the beach in Still Bay, making it in time to see the spectacular sun break on the horizon, its brilliant rays seeping into the crystal clear ocean, painting the water several shades of pinks and reds. "It's just like I remember," Lionel said, gawking at the vista in total awe. "It's just like in my memories, Sweet Pea." Marybeth sat on the ground beside his wheelchair, taking his clammy, frail hand. "It's beautiful," Marybeth said. It wasn't just the sunrise she was referring to. But everything. From her father's determination to meet his end gracefully to the blessing of watching one last sunrise with him. Danica sat at his feet, and the three of them

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The sun was brutal overhead, baking the field until the air shimmered faintly. I suddenly missed the cloudy, cooler weather. It was nicer. It was yesterday, but I’m already missing it. This heat is back with a vengeance. But at least the roads will clear up soon enough. Even with the buzz of voices and the shuffle of feet, there was a strange, heavy stillness — like the whole pack was holding its breath.

--- Six Months Later The day unfolded with the kind of beauty that seemed almost unreal. The sky stretched above, and the sunlight cast a golden glow, enveloping everything in its warm embrace, infusing the world with a radiant glow that made even the simplest sights appear enchanting. There was a gentle breeze that danced through the air, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

Anton asks, leaning forward. Blythe just looks at him like he’s insane. “I’m trying to establish a mental picture here, Blythe,” Anton says, tapping his temple and looking at Blythe like it’s obvious. “Come on! We need details.” “It was sunny,” Blythe says on a heavy sigh. “All three days it was sunny. Which made it…worse.” “Why?” Laila asks, fascinated. “Because…it means the children came out every day,” he says, his voice cracking on the words. My wolf goes still in me and I find myself bizarrely caught between horror and the desire to just…

CHAPTER ONE. It began as a whispering in the air, the rain. The day was beautiful and the sky was a dome of plasma blue, the clouds looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun. A petite lady with long blonde hair and a face that looked like beauty itself looked out the hospital window in the reception hall, star struck by the beauty of nature. The sky darkened as she watched and soon the tapping on the window was heard and then it became a pitter patter.

ANNA The sun rays woke me up, making me stretch my hands and then I opened my eyes admiring the beautiful weather. The sun was so shiny today, it wasn't hot but warm which added to its beauty, everywhere was so nice and warm. The people made everything lively and I couldn't help but smile. This was definitely a good day, a brand new day. A day that I was going to remember for life.