Lost In The Cloud Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. ******* The unrivaled way to rise each morning, should any have the option, is to find oneself in that clouded place where dreams and reality blend like watercolors, one into the next where it's several heart beats before we come to realize that the dream has ended and life began anew. We want to stay in that limbo for as long as we can, to let it revive and comfort us in a way our waking life never will. There is a small sense of loss that coats our mind for a while, a thin slick of oil on water, once the clouds are burned away by life, a benign sadness lingering just beyond recognition and evaporating to nothingness in a blink, leaving only a dim fading glimmer of memor

I relaxed, letting out a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. The fleecy, white clouds hung low in the light blue sky and the golden sun steadily slunk down. The horizon turned blood orange. We watched as the sky changed colours more efficiently and beautifully than people ever did without crippling anyone's trust. The shades of orange and blue now became purple with pink toned clouds. These clouds chased each other as a black bird sporadically soared in between them. We saw the sun completely vanish from our sight and leave a bare midnight blue sky with small glittering stars scattered haphazardly. The void space in our hearts grew, reminding us of each person we had lost, each person

“Fenrer, what’s happening?” He didn’t answer though. His wails continued, as if he was in desperate need of help. But I had no idea what was going on. It felt like his voice were getting distant, as if he was moving far away. Then suddenly, I could no longer hear him. There was nothing at all. “Fenrer, answer me! I’m losing you!” But there was still no answer. Nothing. I could not feel his connection nor his bond. And I began to worry.

I had idealized my perfect marriage, with the perfect man. However, as I grew older and experienced the pain caused by my relationships, I gave up. As a mature, wounded woman, I believed this moment would never come—that I would never get married, that dream was lost. I had lost faith. But life surprised me by bringing Alex into my path. Now, as I relived this moment, it was even more perfect than I had dreamed, and it was with a man far better than I had ever imagined. Seeing that perfect man waiting for me with all his love, my heart raced. My dream had come true.

Have I lost everything? 🎧🎧🎧

she waves goodbye to each child as they go out the room one by one, as they were all being picked up by parents and drivers. The last kid goes out, she noticed a cerulean blue coloured jug, with a name on it. "Charleston Dale Albertson". She ran outside and shouted his name, hoping that the kid or the driver will hear. "Charlie! You left this, honey!" Charlie went back running to her, and the man who is holding his hand turned. Everything has seemed to stop. It was Jon, wearing a white and blue striped sweater, and grey trousers. Jon started walking towards her, and everything seemed to be moving at a very slow pace. It was the most awkward moment of their lives, and as Charlie grabs the jug

she mumbled in confusion with tears almost leaving her eyes. “Did you hear that? She might be back before the next full moon, poor you Carmella” Azora said as she appeared on the mirror. Carmella turned to the mirror, she was startled but not as she was the first time she appeared, her face and eyes looked really teary at this moment, she could feel everything she have labored to have for years gradually slipping away from her “you must help me Azora, I can’t loose, I just can’t lose Joshua to her” tears went down helpless down to her face kissing her red lips.

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

But then, at last, he did, sliding his finger across the screen just as I had shown him. A new picture came up. A selfie with my brothers from the wedding. They looked so handsome in their suits, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were looking for me. Losing their minds. Searching the cave, the beach, the ocean. My dad... God, he'd be in a state. He completely shut down after my mom had died. It had taken him literal years to find his feet again. If he lost me now too? What would that do to him? Flynn continued to flick from image to image, scanning them with wide eyes.