Rain And Ashes Novels & Stories

The sound stage was much quieter than Rome liked. Often, when a movie was being filmed, the down time between shoots was full of incidental noise. Workers in the background preparing the next set. The technicians moving their equipment. The chatter of other cast members as they discussed the upcoming scene or simply sat around carrying on a conversation. Today, since Rome was the only one on the set other than a robot, it was relatively quiet. Even the next set being constructed mimicked the soft pitter patter of rain rather than the torrential downpour he would’ve normally been listening to.

I don't know what I've done to deserve to stand here right now. Xavier grabs my hand, pulling me behind him, as he begins to walk through the forest. We come across a clearing, and a moment later, I find myself walking out onto a secluded white sand beach. The water is a clear aqua colour, and in the distance I can see the mountains. This must've been the view that I saw from my window. Little did I know that there was a private beach nearby. Instinctively I take my shoes off, running my feet through the sand. It feels warm and soft beneath my feet. Carrying my shoes, I walk towards the water, stepping in up to my calves. The water is warm, though still cool. It's nice and relaxing on such a

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

June sat by the small window of her modest apartment, watching the rain patter softly against the glass. The city she now called home was nothing like where she had come from no familiar faces, no comforting landmarks, just endless unfamiliar streets and strangers rushing past her every day. But in a strange way, the anonymity suited her. Here, no one knew her story. No one knew the humiliation she had endured, the love she had been tricked into giving, or the battles she had fought and lost.

I woke before the sun. Not that much of it is left these days. The clouds hung heavy, thick with ash and smoke, like even the sky feared what was coming. Hail was awake, too. He didn’t speak or move, but I felt him watching me. Neither of us dared to talk about what had happened, not yet. It was too fragile, too complicated. I didn’t even know what to call it. Desire? Comfort? Something older than both? All I knew was that the way he looked at me still lingered in my bones.

There was tension in the air. Natalie Evans sat next to the top window of the library at the estate, her gaze drifting away as the rain beat softly against the glass. Outside, the sky was a deep grey, a reflection of the storm brewing within her mind. She had spent the past days trying to put together the fragments of her life that had so spectacularly fallen apart. Her history—once buried beneath glamour, deceit, and silence—was fighting its way back to the forefront, demanding attention.

one which had made its way to asher's heart hours before her arrival, waiting to be unleashed. "Asher wake up!" She pleaded, slapping him hard across the face, and soon after, the winter sky darkened and wept. The clouds turned churlish heavy as they cough out great gouts of water and thunking balloons of sopping moisture. The winds became more violent like the type preceding a great storm. The tall trees were uprooted while Scarlett dragged asher's body to the safety of the cabin as it rained violently. She placed his unconscious body on the wooden floor before shutting the doors.

Everyone scurried about to carry out the instructions. He rushed towards her and pulled her into a hug. “What were you thinking?” he asked through clenched teeth, he was as furious as he was relieved to see her. Ashley on the other hand didn’t know how to react, she had not meant to alarm anybody. She had been lost in her conversation by the graveside. She loved the rain, always had. Most of her beautiful memories as a child were made under the rain. It didn’t matter that she returned home sick afterwards or that she had to stay in bed for days. She would always go back out under the next rain. It was symbolic for her and reminded her of a happy time in her life. She also considered the rain

Maybe it's going to rain. The rain fell, each drop sliding and heavy like Asher's heart. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, so he can only hide under the eaves of a house on the street. The boy secretly thinks about the rice seeds that will sprout when bathing in the rain, imagining the happy faces of his family and neighbors. Because of the drought these past few days, the appearance of such rain is enough to cool everyone's hearts. Asher smiles bitterly, shrinking from the cold weather.

he mused, opening the door to the gentle patter of rainfall against the pavement. "Have a good afternoon, Ashlyn," he said, patting her on the back. She nodded, mouthing a silent thank you, then jogged down the steps. When the awning concealed her no more from the merciless drops, Ashlyn tipped her head back and blinked through the rain to fix her gaze on the sky above. Smiling to herself, she felt it as her lips moved to form the shape of a single word. Blue. Heavy rainfall pelted the pavement, the windows shuddering beneath the wind's force as Ashlyn fitted another strip of tape to the glass. Glancing around the thick edges, she watched a wave rise and crash against the wall across the str