Novel & Cerita Stardust Poems

It was as if they were standing right beneath a guillotine, and the blade was about to fall upon their neck at any moment. There was a light halo, however it was barely visible amid the cloak of dust drifting in the area. Walking up to it, Audrey's hand stretched for it and touched it lightly.. The light halo immediately expanded, enveloping their bodies. The next instant, Audrey and her friends suddenly felt an intense falling sensation as the word flew past them, disappearing in a flash. When the brilliant flash of light finally dissipated , they found themselves transported yet again to another island. A place with nothing but rocks that were embedded with crystallites that shines during

CHAPTER 1 Butterflies in the stomach turn the mind and soul into the joyful space of the moon and the stars. Mhhh! Stars… The beauty ,adornment and embellishment of the stars... Stars are born as soon as the sun goes to be breastfed by its very own mother everytime it sets down, and I can say that's what elucidates broad daylight and the night. Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery!

There were other boys inside, all crying, all hopeless. "There is one way to save him, girl," a neighbor whispered, leaning over me. It was Old Martha. She pointed a shaking finger toward the palace sitting high on the obsidian mountain. "The Catalyst Trials. The King needs a bride to take his curse. If a girl wins, she gets one wish. Any wish." I looked at the palace. It was a place of death. Every woman who went there never came back. They said King Alaric was a stone monster who ate the lives of his brides.

The whispers of stardust that first connected our families centuries ago now flow as harmonious conversation between realms—no longer corrupted by fear, no longer contained by misunderstanding, but purified through intention, through knowledge, through the ongoing choice to remain open while maintaining necessary boundaries. And in that balanced flow, in that mindful participation, we find our truest purpose—not as defenders against darkness, but as tenders of light. Not as guardians of rigid barriers, but as keepers of healthy connection. Not as executors of predetermined destiny, but as authors of our own story within the greater pattern. Together, we turn from the sunrise toward home, tow

She described her thoughts on it in relation to nature and destruction and decided to share another piece of hers she was proud of. She turned her laptop to face Remus and he read the poem. Degradation Filthy, but, yet alive The dust rises around Growing and spreading Like parasites clinging to what little there is The dust rises around Its legs dug into the ground Like parasites clinging to what little there is Sucking the life force around them Its legs dug into the ground The roots spread out deep below Sucking the life force around them Leaving nothing behind The roots spread out deep below Running its lines and taking over Leaving nothing behind

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

I looked at Ella to see if she’s still awake and to my surprise she is and her eyes is fixated on me as I narrate the story to her, then I turned to the book to continue, “At the ball, Elora danced with different Princes from far-off lands, but none captured her heart. As the clock struck midnight, she stepped into the garden, where a magnificent unicorn awaited her,” “The unicorn, named Stardust, took Elora on a magical journey through the night sky, soaring above the clouds and dancing among the stars. As they flew, Elora laughter echoed through the heavens.” “When the night drew to a close, Stardust returned Elora to the castle. Luna appeared once more, smiling. “Remember, dear princess,

I held it tightly like I'm very familiar and used to it. Like I know her. ] Dark clouds began to form above the burning district and rain began pouring down, making the fire weaker and weaker. [ This is how our eight-hour romance began. A memory that I will carry as we travel on the sea of stars to retrieve the Stargem. To stop this war, to protect the future, and to protect her. ] A battleship passed by on their right followed by several emergency ships headed towards the destroyed district. ~Stargem: Rewrite~

Stars are falling, streaking across the dark velvet like embers, their trails shimmering before dissolving into dust. I laugh, tilting my head back. “It’s beautiful.” Rhysand doesn’t answer. His grip on my wrist is iron, his thumb rubbing slow circles over my pulse. I reached out, fingers stretching toward the sky, and a star fell in my palm. It’s warm, glowing faintly, like a dying coal. I stare at it, mesmerized, as it dissolves into sparkles, dusting my skin with gold. Rhysand watches me, his expression unreadable.

In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace, A poem of emotions, a tapestry spun, My heart's journey beneath the stars and sun. So let the night sky hear my song, A melody of heartache, emotions strong, Abigail's feelings, like stars, shall burn, In the universe's vastness, my love shall return. ✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️