Lost In The Clouds Novel Novels & Stories

"Whitney, can't you give me a chance? People talk about 'taking in stray cats', but when one actually shows up, they close the door..." Whitney's heart clenched as she imagined him with ears drooped in defeat, a lost cat in the rain. "Some folks just waltz into your life uninvited, and then, without so much as a bye or leave, they're ready to walk right out again... " Everett's voice was heavy with hurt, his hands slowly letting go. "Come tomorrow, you'll be set on moving out. I could show up at the coffee shop, and you'd just look right through me, like I'm thin air!"

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

then he lost consciousness. Over the next 48 hours life in Fort Lauderdale seemed to have changed everything and everyone around Lara or anyone who extended out from Lara. Everyone will have to make a choice. No one knows what choices are good choices, and what choices are bad choices. The path ahead is constantly changing and only we can choose for ourselves.

he had stated, and Loss didn't want to stoop to that level. As they kept moving inward, Loss hid between some columns, trying to regain his breathing. He wasn't use to so much light, and his vision swam. Heaven is a mixture of a discoball, and strobelight, he thought, watching as their allies gathered forth. Again, Loss scanned the area, searching for Josie, and he disappeared then reappeared, feeling like each time he had slowed. He couldn't move as quick and freely within the folds of Heaven. It wasn't his home, and he felt so exposed.

“Why?” A wry line carves itself on her face. “Children tend to vanish when they venture too far from home. I would hate for any of you to end up like the lost heirs,” she says, and I think she meant it as a joke because her dreary eyes shine with dark humour, but I also think it was a sincere warning. “The lost… heirs?” I repeat questioningly, hopefully a worthy prompt for an elucidation. A ghoulish glint sparks in Hilda’s dull eyes. “The lost heirs; twins that braved into the woods. Rumours speculate that it was to visit their favourite spot by the lake which they visited religiously, but one day… they never returned.”

Damn! What a quick death! " The thought barely penetrates my brain as I was swirled around in hot blackness. My lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen, while heat eats away my skin and bones. The pyroclastic cloud from Vesuvius wrenched my soul from my body, and everything went silent. "You don't believe in fairies!" A sing-song voice repeats from somewhere in the darkness. A chill of foreboding runs through my incorporeal spine. Shit, not again!

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

He'd endured humiliation and neglect, all to repay a debt. Now that chapter was over. Freedom beckoned. For the first time in years, Allen smiled—genuinely, freely. "I'm going to live a life that's truly mine," he said. With a wave, he walked into the night, moonlight illuminating his path. The Fosters and Serene were now just memories in a closed book. Goodbye, Foster family. Goodbye, Serene. Carrying his suitcase, Allen disappeared into the night, finally free.

She loops her arm into mine, and I feel its hopelessness. ** Dark blue fog clouds my vision, stinging my eyes so that I have to squint, but it still hurts just as much. I try to wave it away, but it’s useless. The ground beneath my feet feels soft, pillowy, like I’m floating in the air or something. A gust of wind drifts in my direction, and the dark fog gives way to a lighter one. Slowly, it clears, giving way to a throne shaped like a moon. I look down to see I’ve been walking on clouds. When I look, my eyes meet with a figure that causes my breath to hitch in my throat…

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.