Out Of The Clear Blue Sky Mga Nobela at Kwento

RED The sky is clear not a single cloud in sight, clear blue sky . I took a deep breath , it’s gonna be a good day . It’s my off day besides , a day all for me . I settled into the sofa in a little short and a white tank top my hair packed into a messy pony tail , a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of ice cream sat beside me as I engaged myself with the dramatic telenovela playing. An ad begins to play and I changed the channel to watch something else , my hand paused as I caught sight of Michael and his father on the TV

“So many colors. Green and gold and red. There's even some blue in the sky today.” Leesa got up and limped over beside her mom. Max took this as his signal to get up from his perch in front of the fireplace and join her. He stood next to her, his body pressed against her leg. Leesa stroked the top of his soft head. It was pretty out there, she thought. And her mom was right—though still mostly a heavy gray, the clouds had broken a little, revealing small patches of blue. She silently cursed the weatherman, who had promised another day of gray and rain—the kind of day her mom much preferred.

The blue of the sky was an insult. It was a perfect, crystalline cerulean—the kind of blue that only existed in pre-cataclysm postcards or the most expensive tiers of the Aethelgard simulation. It was the color of peace, of a world reborn, of a "Hard-Reset" that should have signaled the end of our suffering. But as I stood on the grey, salt-crusted sand of the Pacific shoreline, that blue felt like a mocking screen, a new layer of paint over a rotting house.

The sun came up over the mountains, and for the first time in three days, the world was not white and blurry. The sky was a bright, clear blue. The snow on the trees was sparkling like diamonds. The storm was finally over. The silence outside was beautiful, but inside the cabin, the silence felt a little bit sad. Both Julian and Sienna knew what the clear sky meant. It meant the roads would be cleared. It meant she could go back to her life in the city.

The sky above is filled with an incredible, graceful blue, "A blue moon," Elias utters gently, staring up at the sky in awe, "incredible." It's as if someone dripped a couple of drops of blue ink onto the moon's watery glow and left it to mix naturally until the whole thing was, well blue. "Wow," I gasp, unable to take my eyes off of it.

Ember stammered. Ameliah was confused with the looks they were giving her… “I saw it on a book, so what’s the meaning?” She asked again. "It means ‘The blue moon’ ” Ember answered. “Wow, cool” She said and continued cleaning the dishes while Ember and Chloe looked at each other worriedly, which she failed to notice.

"Sapphire," a voice whispered with the breeze. I stood over the edge of a cliff overlooking a mountain. The scenery below was green and orange, with a few hints of yellow and blue. The sky was clear white and not a single cloud lay in the sky. The air was peculiarly warm and the sensation of it on my cheek was like warm kisses. It was nice.

"The sky is clear." I took the glass and looked out at the horizon. She was right. The sky was clear, and what waited ahead of me was an entirely new future.

A warm, gentle mist rose from the porcelain bowls as the faint sound of the rain continued to drum softly against the glass outside. This time, I could hear it all with absolute, perfect clarity.

Mom had asked, curious why my face was so close to the window and my eyes gazed at the sky, all sparkling. “The sky is so blue today,” I had said. “It’s beautiful.” Mom bent her head and looked up at the sky too. She chuckled. “It is beautiful, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s Prussian blue.” “Prussian blue?” I turned to look at her in question. She nodded. “That’s the name of that blue,” she said. “Prussian blue.” I smiled and returned my attention to the sky, my eyes gazing at the unique color.