Sky High Warren Peace Novels & Stories

I ask quietly. She does not flinch. “Then it will be once,” she says. Once. The word is heavier than any musket. I nod. That is all I ever wanted. To live forward. Not sideways. Not endlessly. Just forward. We walk back toward camp as twilight gathers. The sky stretches wide and uncurved above us. Flat. Open. Honest. For the first time since I first lifted a weapon in this war, I feel something like peace beneath my ribs.

Plus, it was the perfect excuse to catch Hannah's wedding and finally get that divorce paper signed, a clean break for both of us. That night, when I got the green light from my leader to take some time off, he even suggested Sunny tag along. Once Grandpa was settled and I had left some cash for Uncle, I could finally relax. The wedding invite said the ceremony was in the afternoon, and as I was about to book a ride, Sunny piped up, "We're not seriously going like this, are we? Let's hit the mall and find something snazzy to wear."

that made the very air scream. The survey-drones exploded in mid-air. The "Deletion-Beam" in the sky flickered and died. Henderson let out a sound of pure horror as his expensive suit began to turn into "Static." "You... you... 'Defaulted'!" he screamed. "You’ve triggered a **Foreclosure-War**!"

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

I am not sure I heard what Gab said as his opinion on Skye’s idea, but I am hoping with all my heart these two dear ones of mine in front of me did not notice I spaced out. I told Skye her idea was not a bad idea. I was not joking or faking when I said that it would be safer for her against getting hit directly aimed or even by a wild shot since gunshots could come from different directions in the war zone. And I added to sight an example about George and Almira deciding to settle down and exit the dark, violent world. In their case, they left a little too late because they were able to create many enemies before they could execute their plans to start a new life.

Kenny promised as we continued teasing him. Like this the minutes rolled by and the sky was soon dark, but everywhere brightly lit. The party became more heated as one of the sitting state governors arrived on the scene with three other senators, all of them escorted by a train of security escorts armed to the teeth. The highlife band up on the brightly lit stage kept dishing it out with praise songs and eulogies on sighting the new arrivals, changing the tempo to a slow highlife.

“Walters-Wheaton Wedding – Mr. and Mrs. Dominic Walters and Ms. McKayla Walters announce the marriage of their daughter, Shelbie Morgan Walters, to Frankllin Allen Wheaton. Frankllin is the son of the late, Leiland Perez. Shelbie and Frankllin will be married on November 12th, at the church in town.”

Unfortunately, all her efforts were ultimately in vain. … A month later, the Coastal International Airshow was finally set to commence. This was the Aria-Pacific's most prestigious aviation event, bringing together the industry's leading figures. Wright Group had secured one of the largest booths, where Everett, the heir, would personally announce a new Erapan route—a move aimed at solidifying his position as successor. Clad in a striking white suit, he stood with a glass of champagne in hand. A crowd had gathered all around him. Meanwhile, Charlotte attended the event as a representative of the Federal Aviation Administration. She spoke absentmindedly with those nearby, her eyes unconscious

he said proudly. “I can tell.” “Insults before tasting?” “Self-preservation.” He poured two cups anyway. It was as bad as expected—bitter, smoky, oddly comforting. We went through reports together: harvest tallies, rebuilding schedules, letters from villages debating whose goats belonged to whom. “Peace,” Warren said, signing one, “comes with more paperwork than war.” “Fewer funerals, though.” “I’ll take the trade.” He paused, pen hovering. “Do you think we’ll ever stop waiting for the next disaster?”

I wasn’t sure how I’d missed that the first time, but I did. Awesome. “You must be Ms. Skye.” She grinned, showing off her pearly teeth and stamping my conscience with her sincere happiness. “Jake’s already talking about you. It’s good to meet you.” This time, my smile wobbled, and I didn’t bother with a handshake. Her husband’s imprints still lingered. “Pleased to hear that. Do have a good day,Mr. and Mrs. Warren.” She waved, and the field-playing, two-timing piece of trash led her out without even glancing over his shoulder.