Sun Bleached Flies Dancing On My Own Novels & Stories

I could not help but let out a muffled groan from my throat. Cold sweat instantly soaked through my expensive backless dress. My vision blurred with pain, but I did not cry. I bit my lip, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. I kept my eyes wide open, staring intently at Jules. I wanted to remember this face and remember this man who had personally crippled me after abandoning me. Jules tossed the bloodied hammer, and it slammed to the ground with a dull thud. He was panting heavily as he stared at the mangled hand. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but it vanished instantly. "Is that enough?"

Nanny Mama Hazel, observing Theo's attempts with a smile, suggested, "Theo, perhaps you should try a different approach. Instead of chasing them, try to observe them, to appreciate their beauty and their dance. Imagine you are one of them, flying through the night, your light a beacon in the darkness." Theo paused, his net drooping, and considered Nanny Mama Hazel's words. He had been so focused on catching the fireflies that he had forgotten to simply enjoy their presence. He lowered his net and sat down on the grass, watching as the fireflies danced around him, their lights a mesmerizing spectacle.

She chuckled. “Yeah,” Lydia said. “Go on.” She waved her friend off, who giggled and raced back into the pack house. Lydia sat there for a minute when she suddenly felt something stir within her. Her vision became blurry, and she felt herself leaning back against the bench. She wondered if it was the wine affecting her, but she thought werewolves didn’t get drunk—this wasn’t her first time drinking. A sharp pain pierced her head, and slowly, she closed her eyes as darkness engulfed her.

"Maeve, look." ​Maeve didn't look. She was staring at the horizon, her smile fixed and unmoving. "The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it?" ​"The flower," I pointed, my voice rising. "It’s bleeding." ​"It’s just the light, Aria," Maeve said, her voice sounding slightly distorted, as if she were speaking from the bottom of a well. "The sun plays tricks on the eyes. Stay here. Don't look at the shadows."

I try my best to hold my smile "If you are, you could dance with me" "No i-" "Arg just say yes already" Blondie whines "I don't even know how to dance, and everyone would be looking at me" He smiles "It's a slow dance, you can just look into my eyes and not mind others starring at you, Just don't get lost in them" he didn't just say that, my face suddenly becomes hot "Are you okay precious?" Blondie asks giving me a weird look I use my hand like a fan to cool my face "Yes, why?"

Gravity was the third contestant in this fight for life. Behind him, The Beast reached the remains of the fence. It leaned over and grabbed the barbed wire in its bare hands. Barbs stabbed into its flesh. It climbed the wire *** The flies from inside the bus were back. They clotted the air around Jack’s face. Before, they had been a source of annoyance. Now, their buzzing wings became music, singing a song he longed to dance to. ***

It was 3 am when I suddenly woke up from a dream which I can't remember. My mouth was all dried up. I slowly walked to the pantry without making any noise because I was careful not to wake anyone. The night was very warm, so I went out to the balcony with a glass of water. I'm a nyctophile. I love to look at the moon with all the shining stars. Facing the cold breeze and looking at the beautiful sky, it felt like heaven. It was calm and quiet, that even the sound of a water drop could be heard. I was enjoying this silence for a while. But suddenly something caught my eye. I saw a standing figure down in the garden. And the next moment I was running down the stairs.

“No, Cole, the man in the room isn't Alessandro. He's rather a monster.” As if on cue, a howl resounded throughout the house and Thalia shivered, “You can hear that? It's Alessandro!” Blaze moved towards the curtain and stared at the sky. “I did the same thing when I saw him changing. It's weird, and his eyes didn't have their usual colour. Instead, it was a vantablack.” “Shít!” Blaze yelled, moving to the door. “You need to move away from the door, Thalia.”

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Vivienne caught glimpses of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies dancing amongst and above the blossoms, evidence of a thriving ecosystem outside of human interference. A flock of wild birds passed overhead, temporarily blocking out the yellow circle of the sun in a wave of alabaster wings, and Vivienne couldn’t help but roll down the window and crane her neck up to watch them fly past like kites on the breeze. The sky above was a masterpiece of its own, transitioning through a spectrum of warm hues as the sun dipped lower on the far horizon. The fading daylight bathed everything in a soft, amber glow, casting long shadows that stretched across the leafy landscape.