Fish Upon The Sky Novels & Stories

If she could catch a squirrel and keep it in her pocket like Bob did, she would do that, too. She painted as the afternoon waned on, creating the river, trying to paint shadows in its corners and currents. She painted a blue-gray sky, a few cirrus clouds swirling around its depths. She even added the heron, its leg uplifted and its beak to the sky. For a few moments, she stopped and watched as it fished, and she laughed out loud when he caught one and gulped it down.

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.

Once they made their way up, they sat down, holding on to the tiles and looking up at the sky. As the sun fell over the horizon, Valor heard the distant beating of wings in the sky, echoing over the city. He searched the sky for the source of the sound, spotting the distant figures that emerged from behind the palace. As they flew into the fading light, he spotted the bright colours that made up their scales and the wide expanse of wings that stretched across the sky. On their back were riders that held small sacks, full of what he assumed was the powder Freya had mentioned earlier.

The sky started to project every one of the varieties overhead onto the water. The light started to sparkle increasingly bright to dispose of the dimness. The dawn made the water flicker, and the birds calmly fly over the water, twittering, and the breeze falling off the water was so delicate. Aside from birds chirping, there are also giggles from a young man and lady. It's familiar yet weird. Just when the young man closed the gap, Scheriziel suddenly opened her eyes.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

I went in there and took all the security measures that were recommended; when the toy started to rotate it was gradual, little by little I could feel that we were leaving the place, slowly, my eyes roamed all the space around us; the couple in the seat above us and two friends below; as we approached the top, I felt like we were floating and going higher and higher; adrenaline was replaced by fear as our seat began to move so slowly that we seemed to be standing there; a thin, involuntary scream rose from my throat at the exact moment that our seat seemed to move in the air; Benjamim grabbed my hand tightly and asked me to stay calm, that this was part of the experience. I took a deep breat

A spectrum of colors, ranging from the deepest blues to the most vivid reds and greens, weaved a fragile feeling of tranquility as schools of enchanting fishes gracefully seemed to move across the expansive aquarium. The backdrop was a canvas of azure, reminiscent of a sunlit ocean, fading into soft indigos as it deepened. The fishes, with their iridescent scales catching the ambient light, glided through the water with effortless grace. Each stroke of the artist's brush had captured their fluid movements, creating an illusion of weightlessness that invited all those who saw it into a world of serene buoyancy. From the regal dance of angelfish to the playful antics of clownfish, every creatu

Kate followed his finger and thought for a moment, then said, “Could it be that they’re reproducing? These fish might be laying eggs!” “That should be it!” Andrius slapped his forehead in agreement. Then, he noticed more details. The location where the fish lay the eggs was where the sun was depicted, representing daytime. The place the fish were playing was near the moon, indicating nighttime. “These fish...” Andrius pondered and said, “During the day, they go along the stream to reproduce, and at night, they swim back. What does that mean...” Kate also thought about it but could not figure it out.

He approached the altar, bowed to the skeleton, and then struck out with a palm, shattering it to pieces. The netherflame burst forth, whipping and spinning wildly through the air. At the same time, from the second floor, all those countless glowing fish surged upward, flooding toward the netherflame. So, that was it. Those so-called "fish" were nothing more than shadows cast by the netherflame. That was why no matter how Gideon tried to grab them, he couldn't catch a single one back in the deep sea. All the shadows merged together. The netherflame swelled in size, making Brantley's expression turn grim.

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c