Even If The Sky Comes Falling Novels & Stories

" We heard the gun shots so we knew more people are falling into this evil realm." Emily gulps, she will not be alive if they find out who creates the evil realm as Judas calls it.

"Don't you dare use the child as a lever to force my hand. I am trying to keep the sky from falling on us both." Aris didn't back down. He leaned in, his face inches from Nikos’s, his eyes burning with a desperate, frantic light. "The sky is already falling, Nikos! Look around you! The walls are weeping rust, the air scrubbers are wheezing their last, and you’re standing here paralyzed by the thought of a little data overload? What happens when the pressure finally blows the bulkheads? We’ll be crushed, the child will be crushed, and all your 'moral reservations' will be buried under ten tons of reinforced steel."

More and more she felt herself losing not just her voice but also herself. “Senna!” ✒✒✒ “Child, the sky once touches the ground. They met in a spiral of emotions but once got separated by nature. They promise each other. Someday they will collide. When the sky kisses the ground, it will be the most beautiful disaster of her life.”

It was a Sunday afternoon yet the sky was gloomy. The sun that’s supposed to dazzle is nowhere to be found and the cold breeze blew on my way. I’ve watched the news last night, they said it will be a clear day today but the sky shows otherwise. We’ve decided to celebrate our friend’s birthday in the garden but we will have a hard time now that the rain threatens to pour down. “Hey, can you help me decide which design suits the theme the most? I need to finish this before Unira arrives,” my friend uttered.

’ Thoughts like this ease his pain every time his father would degrade him as if he was not his child but a mere tool used to destroy the powerhouse of the Nether World. Apollo Sky was about to stand when he saw a couple of looming shadows along with their gigantic white- feathered wings landing onto the wide landing strip were nothing but a fountain was placed. Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat.

Roy gingerly exited the car, bidding goodbye to Bonnie. Evening was ascending down rapidly—sky bathed in fiery shades of orange, yellow and melting blue. A flock of white birds flew past Roy's head. Shaking off the drowsiness catching him, Roy went up the stairs to the fourth floor, keyed the door open with weighing shoulders. "Vhloo!!" Roy was greeted by a half naked—unruly Ken, whose words just now got jumbled up due to toothpaste foam in his mouth.

Sky raised his head but it was late . In the blink of an eye he found himself lying in the ground and a girl was next to him . Thankfully the ground was one of the grass parts of the school's yard and it didn't hurt him . Sky got up from the ground and saw that his clothes had become dirty. Kiara also didn't get hurt and then got up . She noticed that her clothes had become dirty a bit and started to clean them . "Hey , can't you enter from the entrance like normal people ?! Or are you an intruder ? " said Sky angry .

I take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a nod and thumbs up from my instructor, I jump off the plane, feeling the rush of the wind against my face. The freefall is intense, but I love every moment of it. As I fall, I look around me and see the stars twinkling above me, each one seeming to call out to me. I can almost imagine myself reaching out and gathering those sparkling gems with my own hands. Chuckling to myself, I imagine catching a falling star and putting it in my pocket, just like in a popular song.

They didn’t say anything. They didn’t need to. They had fallen. They had broken. They had rebuilt. And now—they were still falling.

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.