Rewrite The Stars Novels & Stories

"It’s Living." "Life is a temporary condition," the Architect said, gesturing to the white void. "I am here to offer the Restoration of the Stars. I will take the 'Data' of your success and I will use it to reboot the galaxy. I will remove the pain, the hunger, and the loss. I will make the North eternal. But to do so, I must Format the planet. The 'Emma' and the 'Félix' who remember the cellar and the snow must be deleted to make room for the 'Perfect' versions." The War of the Will

As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, a celestial spectacle unfolded above them. The night sky transformed into a canvas adorned with streaks of light as shooting stars blazed across the horizon. The pack members gazed in awe, their hearts filling with wonder and a sense of connection to the vast expanse of the universe. Emily, her voice filled with awe, whispered, "Look at the shooting stars, each one carrying a wish upon its tail. This is a rare gift from the cosmos, an invitation to share our hopes and dreams with the universe."

Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement. His soul, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, promised excitement and unpredictability. Caleb's gaze held a fervor that mirrored the blazing stars—a promise of a love that burned with an intensity that transcended the ordinary. In the celestial ballet of hearts, he was the wild comet, leaving a trail of passion in his wake.

What was wrong? "Earth to Theo? Hello?" I waved before him as he looked spaced out for a moment or two. "Uh..yeah. I am here, sorry I totally spaced out." He shuttered shyly. I can see that. "That's alright!" I smiled and continued eating the garlic and cumin rice with some healthy salad in the side which just came, Thank God for that. I was about to faint cause of starvation. "Hey, Here is a crazy idea. Maybe you should move in." He said in a rush not thinking clearly.

"Why? For instant noodles?" "Everything." “Hmm oke,” jawab Green seadanya. "Hmm okay," answered Green randomly. Langit and Green sit facing each other, no one trying to open their voices, both busy with each other's thoughts. Green who was thinking of Alta, and Langit who was thinking of Green. "Green...," Called Langit again. "Hmmm?" Green answered. "If God gave you a second chance to rewind something, what would you like to do?" asked Langit suddenly.

the cat Beastman said and slowly explained what High and Unique Rankers were. “1 Star to 2 Star Warriors are called Scrubs while 3 Star and 4 Star warriors are referred to as Broilers. Starting from 5 Stars, Beastmen are sorted out a bit differently. 5 Star Beastmen are called High Stars while 6 Stars are referred to as Unique Stars. As for 7 Stars, they are called Crowns.”

“Still… What I’m feeling now it’s so strange, mummy. I should be happy, but… I’m not. I guess I never thought he’d stay so true to his word. Perhaps he’s not the liar I thought. And my heart is telling me so… Oh, mummy, I’m so confused… so sad… all the time. I wish I could rewrite the stars… I wish I could change the past… What happened to you, to daddy… To me…” Shaking her head, Calleigh wiped the tears that left cold tracks down her cheeks, chilling beneath the brisk spring wind. “What should I do?” she said softly. Her mother’s grave was silent. Calleigh heard only the sigh of the wind through the trees as she stared down at the words on the gravestone. ‘Be

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

On the plane, she stared out at the clouds, almost seeing his face in them. She whispered ever so softly, "Oscar… if there's another life, let's never meet again." "Are you tired? Take a nap," Jamie said, holding her close. Shirley leaned on his shoulder, drifting into deep sleep. She closed her eyes, wishing everything had just been a dream, and she would wake up to when she was ten years old, starting all over again.