Skyward Novels & Stories

I don’t know what’s the point with this when it was easier to point a gun than to use a bow and arrow. He asked us to find a partner. For the first time in my life here in the town of Dusk and Dawn, it wasn’t Gelo. I asked Stacy. I thought she was more reachable and fluid than Skip. I don’t want to get involved with Gelo right now. Not because he confessed to me, though it’s one of the micro factors, but because I wanted to ask Stacy for information about the alpha. The trees were at peace when we got out. Stacy pasted the printed paper with a mocked target on a huge tree, thrice my height.

He also has his hands behind his back and I don’t know why. “Well look whose up” the man says. His voice is rough and grates on my already frazzled nerves. “Welcome to Thornback Nova. We don’t have a lot of rules here. Basically submit and obey and you wont get punished. Not complicated at all”. It is the most patronising tone I have ever heard.

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

Several large, spinning, iron-like objects appear on a collision course—luminous blue plasma trails follow in their wake. “There!” Ingoran shouts. All I can see is a minuscule hole in the wall of the approaching Armageddon. “There’s a gap, the eye of the storm.” He fights the controls to realign us towards the pocket. “Power to port,” he orders our engineer Ashmor, who immediately punches the command into the console. I watch as though in slow motion as we edge closer to the void. The distance between the two approaching asteroid streams begins to widen. The seconds tick away; I think of my mother in the farmlands back home, the anguish etched into her face as security led me away to train f

He won't give up. what the? What is not covered by the HFWA? He couldn't remember. No one remembered him. He was sitting on the bank watching the sunset. Oddly shaped trees swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was warm and smelled strange. The flowers that bloomed more than any other flower in the desolate wasteland of Penrith swayed beneath the wind's searching fingers.

We all shed tears while leaving the village and promised to return whenever we got the chance. Seven months later, I sat in my mothers bar. Two weeks ago, I got a call from the principal at London Secondary School. The results were released and I topped the entire district which guaranteed me a scholarship in the state University. I had never imagined that a moment like this would come in my life. Who would have thought that I, Fetty Dzarma, a seventeen year old from the lowliest creek could rise to such an honor. I made it to the state radio and newspaper and my mother bragged for days. This achievement of mine made me realize that everyone has a battle in life and others I know in London w