Selling Sunshine Novels & Stories

The weather today seemed strangely better, with the sunset beginning to cast its fading glow, illuminating the horizon. It must have been because it had rained last night—enough to grant a break to the lands. Even though the sun's rays didn’t break through the window fully and weren’t warm, Sherry could still feel the heat just by the light touching her skin. It had been so long since she had seen sunlight, and an unconscious smile crept onto her lips. She turned her face toward the window, her eyes closed, savoring the fleeting warmth.

Sunny admired the courage Rosa had as she swung, curved and danced around the pole, with the eyes of the crowd drinking her in, but most importantly, the eyes of their target were on Rosa, smiling and very much undressing her with his eyes. "I feel like throwing up," sunny said, cleaning her sweaty palms on the red jumpsuit she was clad in the jumpsuit that looked too exposed to be called. One, sunny was currently manned behind the counter posing as a bartender. "Just like me on my first mission," Rosa said, making a split on the ground that erupted a cheer from the crowd. To the ordinary crowd, it looked like she was mumbling the lyrics of the song "When was that?" Sunny asked, the conversa

Sunlight spilled through the curtains, warming my hand. No burn. No pain. I felt the happiness depth in my heart. I took one last walk through the penthouse—this gilded cage. Then, I did a final check of my belongings. I brought no jewelry; to me now, it was all just golden chains, nothing more. I zipped the suitcase. At the time I closed the front door, my phone lit up—Celia again. Not an ultrasound this time. A wedding photo: her in ivory lace, standing in a candlelit underground hall.

At the very bottom of the metal box lay a yellowed photo. In the photo, a teenage girl was hugging a little boy, and they were both smiling brightly. That was my brother, Sunny. Before becoming Tatiana Buzzelli, I scraped by in the Southeast Darland black market. I didn't even have a name. There was nothing I wouldn't do to earn money to save Sunny's life. I committed every sin imaginable, long past the point of redemption. Night after night, Sunny would wake up, shaken by nightmares. He'd hold my hands and cry. "I'm scared. I don't want you to kill anymore. Can we leave, please?"

We'd sit on a park bench in the sun, talking about everyday things and making plans for the future. She would take my hand and say, "Seeing you recover like this is everything to me. We're a team now. We're going to work hard and build a good life." "Yeah." I nodded firmly, a radiant smile spreading across my face. "I'll stick to my treatment plan and take good care of myself. I'll always be there for you, too. I'll never let you feel lonely or stressed out again." In the glow of the sunset, our shadows stretched out long and steady behind us on the pavement. The dark, painful years of being called a liar were finally over.

' Reed thought to himself. Chief Han stepped outside, standing with his arms on his hips on the front porch. "Don't step out too far, Reed." he warned, as the sun was about to set and the orange sky looked very different from this side of town. He stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame, watching Killian and Damon pushing a cart filled with harvested vegetables. Reed's jaw dropped. "They... do not burn." Chief Han giggled, "Yes, Reed. They could walk in sunlight."

I turn around after pushing the button. Looking out the window, I see whole sections of the academy's outer courtyard opening and tall white towers coming from the ground. A spark starts at one tower before jumping to the next and then to the next. In only a few seconds, thousands of sparks jump from tower to tower, circling the academy. A few seconds later, beams of light shoot up from the towers and meet in the sky. They all collide before quickly falling back down and covering the whole academy. "The shield is up," I say. "Yellow Sun Academy is safe."

The sunlight shone through the trees, bathing everyone in its warmth. Sage raised her hand to shield her eyes and flashed a smile. "Thank you, Michael. I'm not pretending to be okay. On the contrary, I'm feeling pretty good." Kai snapped a photo on his phone. "Woah, this photo is amazing! Check it out, Ms. Joyner." Sage leaned over to look at the picture he had just taken. Her expression softened as she shielded her eyes with her hand. She looked like an angel bathed in sunlight.