Borrowed Light For My Youth Novels & Stories

I replied, avoiding their gazes. None of them spoke for a long moment. “Please,” I added softly. “I’ll be back early. I won’t run away or anything.” “Is that what the ‘light’ is for?” Leon asked. I looked up sharply. They knew! “Tell us,” Silas pressed. “What is this light that needs you to take a leave so badly?” “Don’t lie, Billie,” Law said. I took another deep breath, fingers tightening around my glass. “My church, Church of The Saved, has a tradition,” I began. “When a widow loses her husband, she’s assigned a new light to guide her path.”

Until the morning I woke up before the sun and lay in the quiet dark and said it to myself once and felt the way it settled. Selene. For the moon she carried in her blood. For the light that had saved us and cost us and made us what we were. For the grandmother who had hidden that light for thirty years so that one day her granddaughter could carry it openly and freely and without fear. And for the Carried Light that Aunt Clara had found in the old texts, the light that had been supposed to be extinct and had come back in this specific child, in this specific room, on a Tuesday morning in May at seven fourteen.

POV: WREN THORNE “Lady, I do not have a name anymore. The Speaker took it when he borrowed me. Will you please give me one before the sun goes down? I am so tired of being nobody.” The boy stood in the middle of the Pale Stair, in the snow, with a wooden sword in his small pale hand. He could not have been more than nine years old.

“You already picked up extra hours at the diner. You’re sleeping maybe three hours a night. I can see the circles under your eyes from here. If you drop dead from exhaustion, who’s going to fight for me then?” Lina swallowed hard. The words stuck for a second. “I’m not dropping dead. I’m right here. Remember that time you were eight and I carried you home after you fell off your bike? I told you then I’d never let anything bad happen to you. I meant it.” “Yeah, and back then I weighed like fifty pounds,” he said, trying for a grin. It came out crooked. “Now I’m the one dragging you down. You should be out living your life, not stuck in this room every night.”

For the 37th time, Jonah Bellamy calls me to ask if he can borrow my wife, Celeste Rochester, for a day. His daughter, Iris Bellamy, is having a Family Day at school. Since all the other children have their mothers accompanying them, he doesn't want his daughter to be made fun of. Celeste takes one look at me before grabbing her coat and rushing out the door. Before crossing the threshold, she leaves me with her go-to excuse. "He's divorced and raising his daughter on his own. It must be hard for him. So, don't be so petty." However, that day is also the day our son, Kevin Heathcliff, has been looking forward to for three whole months—his parent-child performance. He sits backstage, cl

He moves back and makes me lean against his arm, imitating those ball dances. "What're you seeing now?" I bring myself back to the comfort of his embrace. "Everything that surrounds me is darkness with potholes, broken bottles and thorns scattered in my path. But there's a light, so dim and far and I can only get curious about what it'll look like to have it in my hold_ if it could or if it could not help me find a more safer way with no potholes and thorns. But still, I'm afraid of bringing it into my misery. What if my unsteady legs make us fall into the pothole and it looses its spark? Then I won't just be alone again but I would also be guilty of my sin for the rest of my life. But somet

The youthfulness of the night slowly started to fade as dawn crept in. Her apartment was minimal and aloof just as she preferred. The dark shades of black and grey paired with a bit of white gave off a boring and lonely feel. She was used to being lonely and she enjoyed how it left her with space and thoughts.

And we all silently took our seats. Oh no! He is here. I cannot escape now. Don't look at him, Levy. I obeyed my internal voice and didn't raise my head from the book. As usual, he asks me to bring our notes after class. I took Afrodoide's help. she happily accepted to do this work and took the books to his office. ••••••••••••••••• I added my next poem in this chapter, where light is compared to knowledge which shows, knowledge increases when you share it and darkness is compared with illiteracy. I hope you understood it. :)

Probably I am dead by now! I felt lightweight walking around and my head isn't clouded by many what-ifs. A lot of things make my mind haywire but it's all about my job. The excitement engulfed me pushing me further to draw my path vividly and clearly. I can clearly see every path in my head unlike before when it was all humps and dark that I needed a flashlight to show me a light. And that light before was my brother who stayed beside me giving up his life just to maintain that light on my porch. I'm grateful enough for what he has done to make me stay sane. Now the light that I am carrying is totally me!

I curled into myself on my side of bed, my fingers fluttering over my stomach. After the dark, comes the light. Fabiano could do anything he wanted but I wouldn’t let him snatch my light away this time. I won’t let him spread his darkness in my light. After the dark, comes the light. ***