Counting Stars Novels & Stories

We don’t want to believe these people could actually hurt us. ~ Counting the stars had always been a chore for me. At least, until I met her. It became my favourite thing to do. It led me away from thoughts of her. It reminded me my hurt were of nothing but pure love, and the pulse radiating behind the back of my ears was derived from an intense emotion. Counting the stars became a favorite thing to do. Because each star, Bright or dull, Reminded me of every memory of her. But it really hurts this night. Why was it feeling like my chest is being pierced? I say I don’t want to miss her.

The stars above shimmered like diamonds in the inky darkness, each one a beacon of light in the celestial. Nina’s eyes widened with amazement as she gazed upward. The sheer number of stars left her in awe. It was as though the sky had laid out its jewels just for them. Countless stars and constellations filled the sky, and they seemed to stretch to infinity. Standing beside her, Jayden was infected by her smile. He was glad that he could create a memorable evening for her. As they gazed at the stars, Jayden stood behind Nina and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He signaled to the crew, who nodded at him before leaving the couple alone.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

“I’ll have to take a look at it. It may mean nothing, but I don’t know. I’ll have to research stars on ruling marks and see if this has happened before.” “Grandpa, why are some stars brighter than others?” The kid was cute, but she kept butting in. I can’t criticize how the Ashwoods and Alois educate their children. I was raised that pups should be seen, not heard. My mother always seemed in a panic with ranked pack members were near me, hiding me behind her and telling me not to say a word. “Stars are giant balls of gas burning billions of miles away. Some are big, some are small, and some. Some are close while others are really far away.” John bounced the little girl as he answered. It was

"I couldn't sleep. Plus my room was hot as fuck." "That's why Air conditioning exists." Oh yeah. I forgot about that. But he didn't have to know that. He added to the peave this garden brought me. Weird. "One, two, three, four…" What the hell? Then I saw his outstretched hand reaching for the sky. He was counting the stars. "Five, six, seven," I joined him. Both of us were low-key waiting for who would tire first. I burst into laughter when both of us stopped counting at the same time.

Helena asked, curious to know what he would say. Bruno approached Helena slowly, their faces now just inches apart, and said with a smile, "The faith of the day is to kiss you." Without waiting any longer, he kissed her passionately, and at the exact moment their lips touched, more shooting stars streaked across the sky as if witnessing this special moment. Helena's heart raced as their hands intertwined, making the moment even more magical. They remained lying side by side, gazing up at the stars as they slowly filled the sky, exchanging smiles and caresses. The shooting stars continued to fall throughout the night, bearing witness to the love blossoming between them, a love that seemed to

Above us stretched an endless expanse of velvety darkness, studded with countless stars that twinkled like precious gems. Lying down side by side on the rooftop, our bodies molded to the cool surface, I marveled at the celestial canopy overhead. The night sky unfolded like a breathtaking tapestry, each star a shimmering dot of light. The sheer vastness of it all filled me with a sense of wonder and insignificance, simultaneously reminding me of the boundless possibilities that lay ahead. "Look, Calla," Lucian murmured, his voice filled with awe. "Look at the stars. They're like fragments of dreams, scattered across the heavens."

Mane noticed that although the stars weren’t the same size, they each had their uniqueness. “There are two kinds: The red stars and the white stars; although it seems that the red stars are more robust and stronger than the white stars. There are seven of each type, but with varying sizes. Dan has only lighted the white stars; the red ones, not so much. Each lit star contains some sort of energy. Of the seven white stars, six have been lit up, but the sixth one seems to have a problem.”