Fish Upon The Sky Novels & Stories

They use an arm to cover their eyes and wave farewell to me with the other. I take in the beautiful views. Fish fly up and back into the water as we fly over Moonstone River. Deer and elk graze, and the sky is clear. But when I look to my right, I can see the sky in the far distance is dark, and the lands are ruined and deserted. We’ve only been flying for half an hour when I see Mystic Pride ahead.

It looked like it would reach the top of a mountain nowhere near us — was another party being rescued instead of us? Then the line broke and came tumbling down and I realised what it was. Anyone who ever had a goldfish would know. Fish poo. There were giant flying fish up there, and they had their needs. Good thing it wasn’t over us at the time. I was used to being shat on from a great height, but that would have flattened me. “Did you see something?” asked Jenny. –––––––– “Nope.” She didn’t remember the time we were attacked by the giant flying fish and it wasn’t really worth explaining. She gave me a sharp look like she knew I was keeping something from her, but didn’t say anything.

The fields were covered by water. Lower swooped the horses, and lower yet. Now the water began to steam — great billowing clouds of steam as the water boiled. Dead fish floated on the surface. Naiads moaned in dry riverbed. Phaethon could not see, the steam was too thick. He had unbound the reins from his waist, or they would have cut him in two. He had no control over the horses at all. They galloped upward again — out of the steam —taking, at last, the middle road, but racing wildly, using all their tremendous speed. Circling the earth in a matter of minutes, smashing across the sky from horizon to horizon, making the day flash on and off like a child playing with a lamp. And the people wh

Clouds moved in different directions: up and down, up and down, left and right, and diagonally, with no clear destination. Augustin, for his part, had lowered his eyes and contemplated the delicate fingers clinging to his coat sleeve. He gasped when Dhara grabbed his wrist and squealed with delight as he pointed to a spot in the sky. But he didn't try to see what she was showing him and remained obsessed with the expression she now wore on her face. A majestic phoenix was flying high in the sky, taking the same route as theirs. The legendary bird soared gracefully through the air. Its feathers of a thousand shimmering colors were a breathtaking sight. But its tail, made up of feathers longer

"Mo, look at the colorful clouds in the distance. Don't they look like horses galloping in the colorful clouds?" Chloe pointed at the clouds on the opposite side, pulled Marvin's arm excitedly, and shouted. "Do you like it?" When he saw a big lake at the foot of the mountain opposite him, Chloe suddenly thought of such a poem, which described the current scenery very well. The multicolored light from the horizon entered the water. The sky was suddenly red in the water. I'll wait and see what will happen after midnight. The first one was the Golden Crow.

The wind carried a strange weight, heavier than any storm the people had known. Fishermen stood frozen at the shore, staring at the horizon. “What is happening?” The ocean rose again, larger this time, as if something beneath it had taken a breath. Then someone pointed upward. “There.” At first, it was only a flicker. A light breaking through the storm. Then another shape beside it. Two figures suspended in the sky, distant but clear enough to be seen against the chaos. “They’re not planes,” someone said. “They’re… they’re watching it.”

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

“It seems that you’re at the end of your rope. In this case, don’t blame me for doing this!” With that said, the fish in the river jumped into the air, and a hazy door appeared in midair. “Fish leaps over the dragon gate,” Portia said. The fish went through the door, and a golden light attached to the fish. The next moment, that fish underwent a huge change. A white dragon at the peak of nine stars appeared in front of Philip! At the same level, exotic beasts were mostly stronger than humans. Except for particularly outstanding people, divine beasts would definitely crush everyone of the same level!

It continued pinging for a while as she ignored it . It was almost midday and the sun was changing directions ready to set in a few hours. Birds chirped in the sky as they flew away from the city back into the forest to their own aboard. Such a beautiful sight. The blue of the sky alight with passion as though welcoming a new month as its clarity and brightness lit the earth . If it had life of it's own, the girl would say that the sky was simply looking at the arrogant humans who walked on earth with pride unaware of how the sky stayed intact in the heavens without a firm foundation.

She was amazed at his strength. Another wave hit the ship, she heard a snap and someone yell. She couldn't see what had happened, she couldn't turn. Patrick held her so tightly she could barely breathe. She prayed no one had gone overboard. She was becoming anxious; the storm needed to pass the crew couldn't handle anymore. She tried to look once more but Patrick forced her still. The sky began to lighten and the clouds went back to white, fluffy, happy ones. The crew waited silently, not sure if this was nature's trick or if the storm had really passed. A flapping sound could be heard coming from the lower deck. Ariadne lifted her head from Patricks chest and turned slightly. He let her tur