Napalm Skies Meaning Novels & Stories

Pa said that I was trying to be a whore just like Mother. I wandered upstairs to my room in the loft, silent as a pin, afraid to breathe too loudly, stopping at the bathroom on the second floor to wash my face and neck off. Crap, my face and neck red and swollen and bruising already. “Forget this shit, I’m gone.”

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

[The Velocity of Grace] The sky was no longer a canvas for digital ghosts; it was a theater of war. The black gunships descended like predatory insects, their rotors churning the salt air into a violent Gale. The searchlights were blinding, clinical white eyes that stripped away the shadows where we had tried to hide our humanity. Jinyan’s question hung between us, sharper than the whistle of the incoming missile: “Do you trust me enough to die?”

Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly, yet the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Strife hath no shade and shame no tinge. Anger is crismon, and green is fun, but the sky is blue, pale blue, and it is ours, ours, ours, We make certain that the constellations are ours. Ours. Ours—Amanda.

(I DARE! NOT?) “Loss for words? Give that person a hug. It’s worth a thousand and more. Plus, it’s free.” ----- Anonymous ----- “LET US SEE ABOUT THAT.” Taking the things head-on, Sky is left without anything to say as if he has something to even break the game that was taken head-on. To the run of things as he is left as both the collateral damage and the very price of the game. Everything is set as the whole scheme is well planted and received. Now can someone say the words,

he screamed, his voice forcing its way to the planet and into the minds of the warriors who fought in the name of the Usurper. “I AM COMING!” … “Was that…” “The 1st Sky!” “The 1st Sky is coming!” “Hold on! The 1st Sky is coming!” Several shouts of hope filled the battlefield, and the eyes of the wandering warriors who had assumed there would be no respite were filled with hope. It didn’t matter that there were several enemies before them. The 1st Sky was a legendary figure, just like the2nd and 3rd Skies. They believed that any enemy would fall once the one who stood at their master’s right hand returned. But they should not have focused only on the enemies before them. For there was a ragin

THE SKY LOOKED SOMETHING LIKE the early hours of dawn—not bright, not dark. Red clouds gathered in clusters over the horizon to the left, and a grey outline of the sun and moon hung up high in the sky side by side with a soft sliver glow. Everywhere as far as my eyes could see looked the same, bare and plain under the soft shadow of light, and the ground where we stood was as dark as night and soft, giving off a feeling of standing afloat on air.

It was a Sunday afternoon yet the sky was gloomy. The sun that’s supposed to dazzle is nowhere to be found and the cold breeze blew on my way. I’ve watched the news last night, they said it will be a clear day today but the sky shows otherwise. We’ve decided to celebrate our friend’s birthday in the garden but we will have a hard time now that the rain threatens to pour down. “Hey, can you help me decide which design suits the theme the most? I need to finish this before Unira arrives,” my friend uttered.