I Am Like A Star Shining Brightly Novels & Stories

Okay, I guess we're getting drunk tonight. "There are no stars tonight." She looks up at the dark-grey sky. "Yeah." "I love stars." She rests her head on my shoulder. Dafuq? "Okay." I say awkwardly. "Do you love stars." She looks up at me. "Love is a very strong word." I respond. "I think people are like stars, we all shine but others shine the brightest, getting all the attention while the rest of us wait for that one night when we will also get to shine bright." She sounds thoughtful.

Then I started walking towards the nearby park. When I entered the park I saw the park is almost empty. I sat on a bench and looked at the sky. I saw a star in the sky. People call it, the evening star. I saw the star is glittering so brightly although it is lonely. I started comparing myself with the star. I am also lonely as the star but the difference is that star is glittering in the light. And I am glittering in pain.

Have a good trip Unintentionally, a small sigh escapes me, because I can't help but look at the sky. How beautiful the stars are, I envy their brightness because it's so wonderful to have that and to have your life be like the shine of that star. I take a deep breath, then let out a sigh and continue to gaze at the sky illuminated by stars and the beautiful moon.

Holden nods, "sure. We will talk later." Good, time to take control. I've been through too much to back down now. I am a strong capable women; a rightful Luna of two packs and I want to take them both on. It's my right. ~*~ "..up above the stars so high, Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are." I sing softly to my boys who are laying in their cots drifting off to sleep. I turn off the lamp and close the door.

In response to Arthur's previous question, I decided to prepare an answer for him. I took a deep breath and summoned the courage to speak up while staring at Arthur. "Mister handsome... I believe the stars are similar to humans. When you're famous (a star) and no one knows who you are... you get sad, you feel like you're not doing a good job, and this also applies to those who aren't famous."

Not like I was going to answer him anyways. I walked into the balcony, gazing at the stars while leaning on the hand rail. I was left home again and I was nothing but happy about it. What would you be thinking right now? Where are you right now? A particular star shinning brighter than the others pierced my eyes bringing my focus on it while blinding my vision at the same time. A different star among the others, a reality check that there would always be something better than the others. There would always be that someone who stands out among other people.

For me, Schina is the brightest star in the sky that I can’t even reach anymore no matter how many ladders I climb, there’s no hope and the thing I can only do is to watch her from afar… ---

So I'll memorize the constellations of her freckles, The sound of her laugh like distant thunder, The way she sees beauty in broken things.. Especially in me. And when darkness finally claims her, I'll remind the world that even extinguished stars Send light traveling for centuries, Illuminating paths they'll never know they touched }

Shama sat beneath the moonlit sky, the cool breeze caressing her skin. She gazed up at the full moon, its silvery glow illuminating the vast expanse of the night sky. Myriad stars twinkled around it, like diamonds scattered on black velvet. Shama wondered which celestial body she most resembled: the lone moon, shining brightly in the darkness, or the countless unknown stars, twinkling beside it, their light unseen by most.

“But I’m honest.” We stood in silence for a while, the night air cool against my skin. Then he spoke softly. “Do you know why I wanted to bring you here?” “Why?” “Because stars don’t lie,” he said. “They don’t pretend to be something they’re not. They just shine. That’s how I see you, Anna. You don’t realize it, but you shine.” My throat tightened. “Stop saying things like that.” “Why?” “Because they make me want to believe you.”