Novel & Cerita I Paint The Whole Sky Red Do You Remember That

Because no one knew. The Dreamer knew. But the Dreamer had forgotten. Until now. Then suddenly— The Dreamer's voice echoed across the sky. Not a whisper. Not a plea. A declaration. Ancient. Powerful. Heartbroken. "I remember." Reality shook. The stars trembled. Entire constellations shifted. The Dreamer was remembering everything. Its freedom. Its prison. Its betrayal. Its loss. The End recoiled. "Stop." The command echoed sharply. "You must not remember him."

The next morning, as Theo sat down for his homeschooling session with Teacher Mike and Mama Hazel, his mind was buzzing with curiosity and questions. With a sparkle in his eyes, Theo looked up at Teacher Mike and asked, "Why is the sky blue, Teacher Mike?" Teacher Mike smiled at Theo's inquisitive nature and began to explain, "Well, Theo, the sky appears blue because of the way sunlight interacts with the Earth's atmosphere. When sunlight reaches the Earth, it is made up of different colors, like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. The blue light from the sun is scattered in all directions by the gases and particles in the atmosphere, making the sky above us look blue."

Today, I needed to stay inside. As the sun started to make itself known, painting the sky with beautiful colors, an old saying popped into my mind. "Pink sky in morning, sailors warning ...." I said before taking a long sip of my coffee. "You boys have no fucking clue what you're doing, do you?" I asked as I looked at the reflections of the three demon boys in the window before taking another sip of coffee.

Each carried bags, decorating magazines, and paint samples. "We're going to paint the walls sky blue with white clouds," Maria declared, unrolling a paper with a complicated sketch. "Look, I already drew the design." "Blue?" Rosa raised an eyebrow. "BLUE? The children are GIRLS, Maria. Girls wear pink." "Blue is the color of the sky, Rosa. The sky where angels live. It's symbolic." "Angels don't have a color. Angels are spirits. Spirits don't paint walls." "EVERYONE!" Teresa interrupted, holding up a huge mobile of plastic angels. "What about this? I bought it in town. They're real angels! I mean, fake ones, but they represent the real ones."

The sounds faded. And then….I was in a memory. Not a clear one, but pieces, like a broken snow globe falling out fragments in slow motion. Rain tapping against windows. Leo spinning in circles on the rug, laughing as he drew monsters and superheroes holding hands. My own hand scribbling grocery lists beside his crayon tornado. “Don’t use all the blue, baby,” I said softly. “But Mama,” he said, grinning wide, “The sky is big! And blue is my favorite!”

I couldn't stand it, used the excuse to go to the bathroom and quietly left. Outside is evil. The sky seemed to have been accidentally dipped into a bucket of iridescent dye, patches of red, orange, blue, indigo, and purple were mixing together like an unreal painting. The vast space is like soaking in the last sunlight of the day, turning a yellowish color. As soon as I saw this color, I knew it was a dream again.

he gestured outside. Without wasting time, I hurried to the doors, stepping outside into the darkness that had covered the earth. I gazed up at the sky, and my eyes widened in horror. The once blue sky was now red. There wasn't a single star in the sky. and in the middle was a blood moon. Fuck, no! It can't be.

If there are any. I walk towards the big painting that was on the corner of this room. I remember because of this, I was able to be happy for the first time after I woke up from the accident. Through this painting, I somehow realized that we can be together without me being mad at him. All I just felt is the soothing feeling while we paint together. It feels like, this was my body wants to do all along. A smile formed in my face while reminiscing it. I heard a knock on the door. It was Maia.

That evening I went to the bridge a little earlier than agreed. It wasn't completely dark yet, but you could already admire the first stars in the night sky. I leaned dreamily on the railing and looked at the sky. I didn't know many constellations. Ursa major was the only thing I recognized right away. As I stood here, I remembered something my grandmother once told me: On some days you could see Mars, it should look like all other stars just red. Unfortunately, I saw nothing that fit this description. Suddenly, a shooting star flitted across the sky, so I closed my eyes to make a wish. "I wish I could help Blake," I whispered carelessly to myself.

I remembered how I admired the vastness of the space above us, of our planet, the solar system, and the universe itself, which had been the subject we’d been studying in school that year. My young mind wondered at how beautiful the sky was, at the blue that seemed to stretch into the endless beyond. I felt as though that blue was something I wanted and desired most, but it was something I could never attain. It was something that didn’t belong to me, and I felt a little sad about that. I wanted that color to be my own, something that belonged to me alone, like a pet of sorts that I doted on and loved unconditionally. “What are you doing?” Mom had asked, curious why my face was so close to th