Before Sunset Novels & Stories

TWENTY-FOUR Collins stood before Ajax's black raspberry farm. The array of trees scattered on the landscape was a beautiful sight to behold. So was the bright orange glow of the sunset sinking into the horizon. Watching it, he had flashbacks of several moments like that. Those would be he and April watching the sunset every week while they ate burgers. It was a sacred moment that stopped when her condition became severe as she didn't need much exposure to the sun. Collins squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the way the light dimmed in her eyes with each day that drew her close to her deathbed.

They basked in the warmth of the fading light, cherishing the joyous moments they shared as a family. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Lana felt a deep sense of contentment. She watched Kaylida, her daughter, gazing wide-eyed at the splendor of the setting sun. The world seemed to hold endless possibilities for the little one, just as it did for Lana herself.

Fifteen minutes later, we were out of the room and the mansion, and we were just taking a stroll as he suggested. The sun was already setting as the day was slowly fading away into the night. The soft Amber glow of the orange sun shining across the sky filled with a clear cloud made it feel like the sun was a lone being that was lost in the middle of a large sea, its light the only way to cry for help that was sure to come later by giving it peace and making it rest until the next day when the cycle would start again.

The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays of golden light across the quiet neighborhood. The day was winding down, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, offering a sense of calm. Inside the cozy family home, a warm and intimate atmosphere had settled. The house was filled with the remnants of a delightful dinner—laughter had echoed in the halls, and the scent of home-cooked food still lingered in the air. Now, all that remained was the soft lull of contentment that comes at the end of a day well spent.

XANDER I stood at the window, watching the sun dip lower on the horizon, casting an amber glow across the sky. The breeze was gentle, carrying the scent of fresh earth and the quiet promise of evening. I breathed in deeply, the cool air filling my lungs, and for a brief moment, I felt at peace. But that peace was fleeting. ‘Today might be the day I join my father in the afterlife,’ I thought, the weight of that realization pressing down on me. The sunset, beautiful as it was, couldn't mask the bitter truth gnawing at my insides.

Apollo just hopes it doesn’t involve poultry. As the sun begins to set, the golden glow gives way to deepening shadows. The family gathers on the dark side of the sun, a place where the blazing heat of the day is replaced with a cooler, gentler atmosphere. A bonfire is lit, its flames casting a warm, flickering light over the gathering. The night air is filled with a sense of contentment, a perfect end to a day of celebration and laughter.

The two of them. She let that sink in… The midsummer evenings always felt especially long. The setting sun lingered in the western sky, and it wasn't quite ready to sink below the horizon. The sky remained bright as if nightfall was still a distant thought. When Miranda stepped out of the lab, it was already past 6:00 pm, but there wasn't the slightest sign of dusk.

TIA POV I wiped the back of my shaky hand across my brow. Not only was I exhausted from handling the pack's send-offs, but I was borderline ravenous with hunger. “What should we do, Meadow? It is too dangerous to stay in the packhouse overnight, but it would be dumb of us to leave this close to nightfall.” I looked at the horizon, and it was maybe an hour before nightfall took hold of the sky. Sunsets used to be my favourite time of day. I loved the colours, the calm, and the mesmerizing beauty.

All I could do was pray over and over again that the emergency rescue pod would arrive quickly. "Wallace, my baby…" Whitney's voice grew weaker and weaker. She even began to give me her final instructions. "Wallace, after I'm gone, you have to take care of my child." Seeing Whitney in such agony, I wished I could bear the pain for her. But then her eyes rolled back, and she fell unconscious. "Whitney, wake up!" I shouted in terror. A wave of helplessness washed over me. I had no idea how to save Whitney. "Is there anyone out there? Can someone please save my sister?"

The red-orange light of the sunset was slowly covered by purple, then black, as the night sky descended on the sea. The cries of the seagulls became drowned by the chirping of the crickets. Vivi Willows breathed in deeply, savoring the salty, fresh air as it poured into her lungs. She liked sitting by the beach and watching the sunset after a long day. Twilight was her favorite time of the day. It was the only time when she could allow herself to rest and be calmed by the gentle waves on the beach.