Starry Sky Artinya Novels & Stories

“Take a walk with me.” On a snowy night, there were stars in the sky that could not be seen in the city. The stars in the sky made Stella very happy. It seemed that she had never seen so many starts before. Moreover… she rarely went on a trip. Looking up at the sky, which was not pitch black but filled with stars. It was an indescribable feeling. Breathing in the air for the night made her feel relaxed… “RK, have you ever seen so many stars before?” Stella turned her head to look at RK, who was looking up at the sky like she did just now.

spoke with both palms up and when I obeyed and put my hands on yours, an icy wind passed through my body and Asra’s forehead glued to mine. Her eyes shone, shone brightly and a picture took my mind. It was blue. Deep blue and bright spots spread everywhere. The crescent moon shone among all those dots and the deep blue was like endless immensity. Stars -, I get it. Those were stars. Bright stars in an ancient sky, a sky before Callisto, Asra and the Apocalypse that had happened. I took a deep breath and could almost feel the cold air of that night in my lungs. Asra had shown me a beautiful starry sky. ⋅• ♱ •⋅

I wanted to feel him touch me. The lights in the Lake House dimmed and slowly turned off, the darkness enveloping us. I looked up to the heavens, feeling his breath on my neck. The stars twinkled in the clear sky, constellations and planets glimmering in their eternal dance. A splash of light illuminated the sky, followed by another and another. Colors exploded against the stars, streaming fire from the sky. The crowed oohed and ahhed as the night sky was filled with color.

Only the sound of the party inside and the cool night air. "You know, it's really beautiful tonight...” “Huh?” I look at Eya. She points at the sky. “The stars I mean.” I followed her gaze, and indeed, the sky was filled with stars, shining brightly in the darkness. There was no moon, but the stars made up for it, twinkling like diamonds against the blackness. Eya gazed up at the stars, a smile on her face. "I love nights like these," she said, her voice soft and dreamy. "The stars are so bright and beautiful."

The children have been put to bed, their dreams a world away, leaving Tom and me to revel in this quiet moment. Leaning into Tom's embrace, I feel the warmth of his presence enveloping me. The crackling of the fire and the soft strumming of the guitar create a soothing symphony. Above us, the stars twinkle like diamonds, casting their radiant light upon us. I tilt my head back, my gaze fixated on the vast expanse of the night sky. Each star holds a story, a testament to the wonders of the universe. In this moment, I am captivated by their beauty and the infinite possibilities they represent.

Jace has always been the type to love stuff that made adrenaline pulse in his veins, stuff that was amusing to him, no matter how serious and dangerous it may be. So I was sure as hell convinced that indeed, he's fed up with watching the night with me. "You're wrong. Everything about the night sky is beautiful. Look right there," I pointed to the sky. "Do you see that? The stars align in a weird shape, but if you look closely and use your imagination, you would see that the stars are telling you something." Jace strained his eyes on what I was pointing at, squinting and scrutinizing. "Fuck. I don't see anything, Foxy. You're making me look like an old man with poor eyesight," he grumbled.

Then, together with the rest of them, they lifted me, kicked open my bedroom door, and tossed me onto a pile of soft, snow-white cushions on the balcony. The star cluster above looked like countless bright eyes, dense and endless, twinkling lightly in the unfathomable sky. The radiant glow of Wanarheim lit up half the heavens. Countless flame-like flowers trembled in the starry sky. Gold and silver, black and red—blazing colors, dazzling light—fluttered and scattered across the world in a magnificent display. The firelight coalesced into words—huge, beautiful letters that filled most of Wanarheim’s night sky:

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The sky is alive. It's weird to say, but it’s the only way to describe it. The first batch of falling stars was beautiful, but this next one... I don’t think words can describe them. Hundreds—no, thousands—of streaks fall at once, each one a different shade this time. Silver, violet, deep blue, gold. It’s like the universe decided to spill its colors across the night, and I’m just lucky enough to be here to see it.

I've waited a long time for this. Me: I'm also happy, Sky. It feels perfect. I reply to him with a smile on my face. Sky: Sweet dreams, Trouble. Dream of me. I've been dreaming of you for so long, now it's your turn to dream of me. Me: What kind of dreams are those? Sky: They're wild. But don't worry, I'll show you soon. Now good night. Me: Good night, Sky. See you tomorrow.

had become the only place in the world where they both felt truly safe. The sky had transitioned into a deep, velvety indigo, studded with stars that looked like spilled diamonds. Zara leaned her head back, her neck arching as she breathed in the crisp night air. Suddenly, she pointed a trembling finger upward, her eyes sparkling with a childlike wonder that Aryan hadn’t seen before. "Aryan, look! Look at the sky!" she shouted, her voice ringing out through the quiet hills. "The moon... it looks so incredibly pretty tonight, doesn't it?"