Pivot Of The Sky Novels & Stories

He suddenly smirked, giving Jaida a quick glance. "You sure you're up to this?" he asked her, still keeping his eyes on the sky. Jaida turned her attention upwards as well and watched in awe as the sky began opening. The clouds were parting, forming a circular passage. The wall of clouds was still swirling slowly as the sky soon began changing beyond it. Instead of blue, she could see what looked like a soft shade of red. It was beautiful, like looking up into the heavens. Both she and Mr. Owens were amazed, but Arius and Nero were so used to it that this was almost like a normal happening.

Wait, don’t tell me… “Celestial Realm Augmentation: Rocky Pasture of a Raging Bull.” Deborah touched the ground as she strongly pressed it with her palms. The earth opened and Caya’s Celestial Realm slowly broke into pieces. The entirety of the school quadrangle rose up and suspended on the mid air. Then, gigantic rock spikes enveloped the sky, leaving only a small opening like a volcano’s crater. There were only four people here— I, Coazen, Angel, Caya and Deborah.

You came to this auction with Franklin just to make me jealous, didn't you? "Cecilia, you don't need to do that. I know how much you care about me and how much you love me. I'm sure—" "Ah! Look out!" Jeff's words were cut off by a sudden danger. A huge chandelier above was shaking, ready to fall right where he and Franklin were standing, in a direct line of disaster. Cecilia, hearing the warning, did not think. Her body moved on its own, charged with urgency, and she dashed toward Franklin.

Jack stood there, his emotions swinging wildly from deep sadness to elation, his heart on an emotional roller coaster. He held back this time, realizing that Hannah's relentless behavior would only leave her more deeply wounded. All he needed to do was offer her a warm shoulder when the dust settled, and everything would be alright. As the helicopter faded from Hannah's sight, the dying echo of its blades pounded in her chest like distant thunder. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and just crumbled.

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.