Sun Bleached Flies Dancing On My Own Novels & Stories

she protested, her voice tinged with worry and doubt. I held her firmly, conveying safety and love through my touch. "That’s not true," I said, my voice low and full of conviction. "Having you by my side is my greatest advantage." I kissed her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch as the eclipse reached its peak, aligning the Earth between the Moon and the Sun. A divine glow enveloped everything, and suddenly, white butterflies appeared, swirling around Callie’s body. Each butterfly landed softly over her eyes, radiating an intense magical light like the glow of the Moon. The light seemed to fill her eyes with new life.

Outside the room, they could hear the panic and fear from the woman. Creak. The door opened. Instantly, a large group of flies flew away. When the tattooed man and the rest saw the woman in the vat, their faces were full of flies. They all opened their mouths. “Aiya, what’s going on? There are so many flies. Go, go, go!” The bearded man waved his hand, and the hundreds of flies flew away. Some of them went into the bathtub through the gaps in the wooden planks. The woman’s face was evenly smeared with cream and honey. There were dense black spots on her face where the flies had stung.

Well, it is no longer that bluish since the sun is now starting to take a rest after the long run of the roller coaster ride for today. A small smile escaped upon my lips when a strong breeze of the minty wind touches my skin which sent chill down to my whole system. As I open my eyes, a little dragonfly who’s flying with freedom in the river captured my sight, until it stopped to the trunk beside mine like he’s been looking at me with curiosity, making me smile once again and my eyes landed on the the clear water, revealing the reflection of myself. I instantly tasted the bitterness from my lips upon seeing how vulnerable and problematic my eyes are. I could no longer recognize myself for t

Rolling fields shimmered beneath the emerald sky. The rivers sparkled with threads of silver. Wildflowers bloomed wherever the children ran. After nearly an hour... They reached the crest of a hill. Ama stopped. Below lay a vast meadow. At its center stood a single child. No older than eight. Barefoot. Simple white clothes. Dark hair dancing in the breeze. The child was laughing while chasing glowing butterflies. Each butterfly carried one of the four colors. Silver. Gold. Blue. Green. Yet whenever one landed on the child's hand...

The memories of that day flooded his mind and he smiled staring at Nyota recalling every bit of the magical moment he spent with her. "Dad, I can hear you," Ragnor interrupted George's thought. "Let's close the memory album and see what we can do about what is coming," he added. "I don't suppose whatever is in the air is to make us remember ta tadaa moments," he said with a serious expression making Nyota smile but her smile frozen with her gaze fixated on something. Nyota took a couple of steps back and George and Ragnor turned to find what she was staring at and both of them had their eyes widened. Tiny black flies flew into the city looking like a black dusty wind.

Rays of light sparkled on the tiny, bright insects as they danced in the warm light and the world grew quiet. The gentle rustle of leaves and faint buzz of the shimmering bugs were the only sounds. Gentle flashes of sunlight passed through the sparse covering of trees, illuminating the wings of dozen of tiny glowing bugs that floated aloft in chill spirals, looking like miniature blazes suspended in the air.

In fact, whenever they heard someone walking nearby, they would immediately become uncomfortable and look at each other as if to say, "What is this person doing here?" Despite their incredible happiness, Alistair had something important to discuss with Melano. “You know, we need to talk…” he said quietly. They were sitting outside in a comfortable chair in a small gazebo, while Melano was almost asleep with her head resting on his shoulder. He gently moved her hair away from her eyes. “Not now… please.” Melano had a good idea what he wanted to talk about. “We have to talk now. Please, look at me.” “Okay, my love. I won’t upset you.” Melano lifted her head playfully and moved closer to him, l

It seemed to be moving like fireflies in the dark. ‘They look like dancing….’ This thought made me laugh at myself. I haven’t seen a dancing firefly, let alone a firefly, but now I am seeing, and I am amused to watch moving fireflies. Does this mean hell is as dull and lonely as to enjoy such tiny things like the blinking lights of fireflies? I mocked myself. But I noticed the lights becoming brighter, then I heard clinging sounds getting closer. Soon after, the sounds became louder. This time, it wasn’t just clinging sounds; grunts and indescribable screams of pain accompanied them.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

Cadence Findley stood on the balcony of her hotel room gazing out at the fading sun, dancing off the turquoise waters, as the sky turned pink and gold. The tropical breeze lifted her hair up off of her shoulders and could’ve lifted her spirits if she wasn’t so deep in thought.