Counting Stars Novels & Stories

MARE - AGE NINETEEN “DO you ever wonder what the stars look like in other places in the world?” Cade and I lie on his mom’s nice blanket, both of our faces turned to the stars. I don’t know how long we’ve been here. Long enough for my breathing to go completely calm from stillness. Cade’s fingers brush through my hair, combing through the waves as we sometimes talk and sometimes sit in silence as we take in the beauty of the stars above us.

Above us, the first stars began to prick the darkening canvas of the sky, tiny diamonds scattered across velvet. Caden, ever the picture of relaxed confidence, had stretched out on the cool metal of his car’s hood. His arms were pillowed behind his head, his gaze fixed on the celestial display unfolding above. There was a quiet intensity in his eyes as he traced constellations only he seemed to recognize. I sat beside him, my knees drawn up to my chest, the denim of my jeans rough against my skin.

"She said we were destined to have no children, so she used her lifespan to trade for Brandon... The countdown was the countdown to her death, not Brandon's..." "Destined to have no children? But... but we had Heidi!" Mom covered her mouth in disbelief. I nodded too. Yeah, that's ridiculous. The countdown started as soon as I was born. How could they get it wrong? Dad paused when he heard this. He said doubtfully, "Maybe Mom was delirious from her illness?" Then, his eyes reddened again, "But, Brandon's..." "Impossible, we couldn't have made a mistake! I'm going back to get a clear answer from her!"

The explosion was silent. Just a pulse of brilliant ink-white light as the first star collapsed into nothingness. One down. Too many to count left. And yet every soul in the realm knew what it meant: The final line had begun. Ashen’s coat fluttered as he stared at the dissolving star. “That’s the first of the Final Constellation.” Kael didn’t need to ask. He knew what that meant now, The sky itself had become a countdown. Each fallen star, a stroke in a sentence they didn’t want to read. “How many stars?”

Something I do when I am bored and in no mood to play any game. Just as I scrolled down another pic. Ace picked up his pencil and finished the sum before turning to me. "The shy ones have more hidden desires. I bet you have a lot. Can't wait to find out." … "No more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars. Yeah, we'll be counting stars." Logan sang in a completely off-tune voice. I put my hands on my ears, trying to drown the noise. "Shut up Logan. Its daylight you obviously can't count stars now." Janice yelled, throwing a book at him.

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

She would either be in her office or her house, watching the stars or the black night sky like she was doing right now. She stood on the rooftop of The Maslow Hotel, staring at the sky while counting the stars, something she was well accustomed to now. She would count the stars while following a certain pattern until she lost count somewhere and had to start over again until it was midnight and the day was over. However, the day was far from over; her mind was fogged with uncertainty and confusion that she could barely reach ten before starting over again.

The light of the stars was increasing her beauty and her smile was taking my breath away. "One hundred two" She was counting stars without any worry. I chuckled remembering our childhood. When everyone slept in an orphanage we used to sneak out and go to the terrace, then we counted the stars to do a time pass. "You still love to count Stars?" She looked at me confusingly.

But God, the marble is so cold. Write to me of the stars there. Do they look the same as they did from the roof of our father’s house? C. November 21, 2026 From: William Thorne Camelia, The stars here are so bright they feel like an intrusion. They don’t look like the stars from our father’s house. Those stars were ornaments on a Thorne kingdom. These stars belong to no one. They remind me that C-Nova is just a flicker in the dark.