Half Of A Yellow Sun Novel Novels & Stories

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

Ella’s POV The sunlight in the West Village was different from the light at the Blackwood Estate. At the estate, the sun always felt like a spotlight, harsh and demanding, illuminating every speck of dust on the mahogany and every crack in the family facade. But here, in the kitchen of the townhouse, the light was a soft, buttery yellow that pooled on the butcher-block island and turned the steam from the coffee into a shifting, golden mist.

It was impossible for me to read them all. I looked outside again. The sky was starting to darken. I should go back before it gets darker. As I moved to pick up my bag from the table, the corner of my eye caught something. A book on the bottom row of the shelf looked different from the thick gray-covered books. It was a pale yellow book with golden curvy writing on the side. I crouched down, took the book, and read the title. MYSTERIES OF GOLDEN VALLEY THROUGH THE AGES

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

Sunlight spilled through the curtains, warming my hand. No burn. No pain. I felt the happiness depth in my heart. I took one last walk through the penthouse—this gilded cage. Then, I did a final check of my belongings. I brought no jewelry; to me now, it was all just golden chains, nothing more. I zipped the suitcase. At the time I closed the front door, my phone lit up—Celia again. Not an ultrasound this time. A wedding photo: her in ivory lace, standing in a candlelit underground hall.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

Again wearing armor. “Oh, it’s you! You scared me to death!” Danyel let out a big sigh. “Thank god it wasn’t another Lisdonian killer!” Gianna uttered. She felt so relieved. She was looking for a place to stop for a while because she was tired of running away from the enemies. Ever seen the Sun and the Moon appear in the sky at the same time? If Danyel looked up at the sky that moment, he could definitely see that. Yasvie was still hiding behind Danyel. She was much shorter than Danyel, so Gianna did not notice her at first. When Yasvie felt that whoever came was not an enemy, she showed up.

Suzan said looking at the sky. "You're right, our very existence is a miracle itself...." Sophia mumbled... as they continued their journey toward their soon-to-be residence..... The Sun of their 2nd day walking towards their destination was about to set .... "Sisterrrrrr when we'll arrive dammit" Sophia asked. "Just a little more....." Suzan replied, "we're near our new home....."

I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years. Even the darkest places eventually see the light.