Poem Sunshine Novels & Stories

Exposing a thick novel book Maddox got for me. "Wow!! Nice, I haven't been reading a book for quite a while. Thanks for this, baby. You really know me well." "You're welcome. I hope you'll also like the second gift I got for you. This is the best I can give in writing poetry. It’s never my thing but I made it, especially for you.” Maddox hands me a piece of pink paper. It smells so good when I open it. YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark.

While Sunshine was dancing with my brothers, I look up, close my eyes and murmur softly. "Thank you God for letting me meet her." End

She was extremely happy to see and feel the presence of her father, as he looked more lively in this place than he ever did on earth. “Daddy! I've missed you so much!" Sunny exclaimed, her voice filled with both joy and longing. Sunny's father waves with a warm smile and slowly disappears into the crowd of bubbles. As Sunny watches him fade away, she can't help but feel a sense of peace and comfort knowing that he is still with her in some way, but she wishes he would have spoken to her. Sunny gazes at the crowd of bubbles again, mesmerized by their vibrant colors and gentle movements, and she notices that each one seems to capture a different moment in time, filled with joy and laughter. Sh

After Calvin put his suit jacket back on, I stepped closer and reached out to adjust his collar while remarking, "It's slightly crooked." He froze for a moment. I subtly moved my hand and let the faint scent of my raspberry rose perfume from my wrist drift through the air. It was still a bit chilly in late March. The people around us were wrapped in coats. Couples laughed and leaned into each other. Our gazes met in the dim glow of passing headlights. I suddenly realized that after all this time, I had never observed Calvin this closely. His eyelashes were so long that they kind of looked like false lashes. The wind had tousled them slightly. Their pointed tips were frosted with the soft yel

Morning Light and Choices Evelyn stirred as the soft warmth of sunlight kissed her face, filtering through the open window. The golden rays danced across the room, casting delicate patterns onto the walls and the polished floor. She blinked slowly, her mind a haze of half-remembered dreams and lingering tension from the previous night. The weight of her new reality pressed against her chest, but for a moment, she let herself bask in the light.

“These must be your flames.” “Yes, my mate. You bring out the fire in me, but in a good way,” her body and voice are buzzing with a bird’s sound of happiness. “Your fire doesn’t hurt me. I mean I feel it, but not in a painful way,” I say, awed that I’m engulfed in flames. “I would never hurt you, my Sunshine. Just like I would never hurt Emmi.” The name makes me snap back and I look back at her. “It’s you who asks for the sunshine, isn’t it?”

’ I sat up taller and straightened my shoulders, then carefully tipped the herbs, lemon peel, and grapefruit peel into the bowl. Hyacinth picked up the candle and lit it. Then, in a low, dramatic voice, she recited the spell stallingly, having to glance at the open book beside her. “Sunshine, we bid you return. Sunshine, glow upon moss and fern. Sunshine, come back to the land. Sunshine, you I do command. I bid you, sunshine, please, light our way in darkness and bring a summer breeze.” As she spoke, she raised the candle and lit the map she’d drawn on fire. She dropped the flaming map into the bowl with the herbs; the whole thing went up in a flash of light and flame as she spoke the final

He groaned as I moved faster on him, the slapping of our skins obscenely mixing with my moans. “You said poems are poems just because they can’t be real… but Sunshine, you have always been the most beautiful poetry I have ever known. I have read a thousand poems and in every word, I have found you. But I never found a word that could define the reality that you are…” he said. Another flutter erupted in my insides, making their way to my belly and up my chest. I peered at him blankly. In a swift pull, he pulled me upon himself, slamming into me faster as he spoke.

It struck me and with teary eyes, I began writing a poem. My thoughts were lifted and my burden light But not long till hurt becomes my bread My heart torn between a smile and a sigh A twain feeling of a moon and sun I welcomed the ice but the fire wasn’t far Would you be a friend or a foe? Dear happiness please leave behind the fire And welcome and embrace the ice I won’t be able to bear it, not at all Happiness is a double-edged sword A pretty friend and an ugly foe. I closed my note pad, went to the sitting room to greet my parents. I had earlier prepared Oha soup during the day so I dished out some for dinner.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately