Reaching For The Stars Book Novels & Stories

Sort of. My fingers fumbled toward the nightstand. I grabbed the glass of water Rosa always left there and downed half of it in one breath. But the shaking didn’t stop. I turned toward the small shelf near the window and reached for a book. The only thing that could slow my mind down enough to breathe. I flipped the lamp on. Its golden glow bathed the cover in warmth. “The Kingdom of Soft Stars.” A children’s fairytale. Sweet. Magical. It was about a young girl named Elara who could speak to the stars. But the stars only whispered at night—and only if you were brave enough to be alone in the dark.

She muttered into his chest before her body gave into sleep. He had been staring at her, his eyes tracing the slight curve of her chin to her cheek bones. The way her eyes looked so peaceful shut and her mouth was daring him to kiss her. He was mersmizred by her. His sleepy voice caught his ear. Are the stars wrong? He thought as he drew his eyes to the sky. He searched the dark cold sky trying to see what she meant. He yawned trying to remember constellations and how to find them. He went to find the easiest Ursa Major. The handle always stood out to him. He traced the stars till he found it. He felt instantly better finding it. Ok find the two stars at the end of the cup and it points the

We were tucked away in our usual corner, sitting on the carpet with our backs resting against the bookshelf. It had somehow become our place over the weeks. Yvonne opened the astronomy book again; this time, she turned it towards me. “Look” It was a page filled with tiny dots of stars and planets. Her finger landed on one bright star near the top of the page. “That's my favourite” I leaned closer to the page, feeling something like current run through my body. “Is... is that the North star? Yvonne nodded enthusiastically, her eyes were so bright with mirth. “Yeah, it is”

crying out in pain. Em reached back to touch whatever had made her fall. But when she felt what was in the floor .: her heart stopped. A body. “Oh god .. oh god ..” she said. Turning to try and stand again .. she found that she was at a wall. A glass wall. And when she raised her eyes she could see it was a window. Some light was filtering through. But something was blocking most of it. It was the moon .. a full moon. The moonlight was coming in through the window and making the room lighter.

Sometimes I think I’m not worthy of that, that I haven’t done enough to earn it, but he gives it to me freely, and I’m blessed that he does. I waited until I heard the door click shut and then took a few more deep breaths. The stars were already bright, but they seemed to shift, to reach out with their pointy protrusions and come even closer to me. I closed my eyes and did the same, reaching out with my mind, like a star trying to burn brighter.

When the woman asked her why she was desperate to touch the sky, little Belinda answered that she wanted to touch the stars because they were beautiful. The woman serenely smiled and squatted down in front of her to level with her height. She said, “Mommy thinks the stars are beautiful too, but mommy doesn’t need to reach for the sky.” She gently poked the little girl’s chest. “You are the brightest star that mommy sees and mommy admires because you are the most beautiful star in her eyes too.”

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

I looked up to find a triumphant smile on Shayla's face — she really was enjoying this to the fullest. As for A9, F7, #3 — my brain scrambled to untangle its meaning. It was a scavenger hunt, so the clue likely led to a specific book. There was no particular arrangement pattern to the books either. Oomf. This was a huge turnpike. I scanned the bookcases desperately, checking to see if I knew any of the books and—

If I wanted to strike, it must be now. I got to know the client who had given Jacob the project and sent them an invitation along with supporting documents. The years I had spent with Jacob hadn't been a complete waste of time; I had worked on many projects, and I dared say I was just as capable as him.