Poem Sunshine Novels & Stories

We got out and halted our footsteps by the front of the car, admiring the setting sun and all the colors in the sky. "You ready?" I asked as I took the position, looking like I was about to run in a track event after the gun sounded. "Ready for what?" I looked up and informed him as if it were obvious, "We are going to chase the sunlight." Kiran looked back to the horizon and stared for a moment before laughing, "You aren't serious." "I told you I was going to show you how I have fun," I straightened to look at him in the eye before gesturing to the sun, "This is my fun."

I can't promise the sun always warms the morning like the warmth of dew on a leaf I can't give the stars always shine but the light misses me every night I can't send a red rose every day but the embers of jealousy rage when you are far from me I can't compose a beautiful poem only my prayers as a guardian of your steps If the twilight stays orange even when it's cloudy, if the moon is still dim even in the dark then you're still my curved rainbow after the rain on my veranda that I always hug If the sky isn't always blue If the lake is not always green So let me paint you on a white canvas of the heart

His lips caressed mine in a soft and sweet way as if he was afraid that I would break. Nature could bring the rain on to us but our inner sunshine came through just the same. * * *

Right now I didn’t even care that all the lights in the house were on. It was a thirty minute drive to Theodore’s. The ride was slow and quiet. We were all lost in our thoughts. The dull sound of the tires on the tarmac and the smooth rev of the engine were the only sound that dominated the car through out the entire ride. In a distance, the mansion that hosted most members of the coven appeared. It was a magnificent view and no matter how upset I was I had to appreciate the view. all the lights in the mansion were turned on. I guess they stayed up for me. I feel so special. Not.

♤Ven♤ The last ray of the sun sometimes made nature look vivid, volant, and illume even with the last hue of colors. But what was so good about that? It only leads to darkness. Even though my adobe never found a trace of brightness in ages, I knew how the outer world was afraid of it, maybe because they were used to lights or maybe because they never craved anything negative. But I felt another level of peace here. I could breathe without controlling the air. I could smell those damn worth-killing-in-seconds poisons, which I somehow find heavenly. Most importantly, I could sense the happiness of my poisons in my presence.

We slept the rest of the night together. The sun's rays through her blinds woke me up. She was still asleep. She was so beautiful and peaceful when she slept. A kick to my side had me rethinking the peaceful part. I took a deep breath trying not to groan. She stirred beside me, her beautiful eyes fluttering open. "Good morning sunshine." I told her again. It feels right to call her sunshine when the sun is shining on her. The light always reflects off her so well, making her almost glow.

Imogen: It was a sunny morning, definitely not one for our kind. The sun filtered through the delicate lace of the parasol above me, casting intricate patterns on the table in front of me. A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly bloomed roses, mingling with the earthy undertones of the garden soil. The parasol shielded me from the worst of the sun, but the warmth still seeped into my skin, lulling me into a false sense of calm which I knew was going to leave burn marks later. But I loved to see the way the sun slightly burnt intricate patterns from the parasol on my skin.

“I just don’t want to make it difficult for you to sell here all day. Don’t worry, and the vegetables don’t spoil because I give them to the poor.” Sunshine was impressed with the young man because he was smart, especially with like her that was also poor. She was about to smile when she suddenly caught sight of a man who looked sharp at them. The look he gave her was threatening. The kind of threat that if she smiles at another man, there will be a punishment in return.

* "You're my rising sun. I am the moon turned full Our space is the sea." Kazuha looked at the horizon saying the poem while her feet submerged in the water. She listens to the waves feeling fairly peaceful after taking off her hearing aids. Ryosuke was sitting on a beach chair watching the view. He has been getting treatment for his back. While it isn't curing it, he feels some relief. That poem is beautiful. Who is it for though? Ryosuke thought and is immediately shocked upon noticing Kazuha stare back at him. "That poem, who is it for?" He says.