Sun Bleached Flies Dancing On My Own Novels & Stories

As the day was ending, lights lit up from the buildings in the distant one by one. The bright lights were like stars to Camila, greeting her with a lovely evening. Behind the tall buildings was the sun resting magnificently while a flock of birds flew in the clear sky. She could see everything from the room where she was on the fifth floor of the mansion. She was standing by the window peeking through the side of the grey thick curtain. It was indeed a beautiful view, but she didn’t feel happy about it. No matter how hard she tried to admire the scenery that she could only see at such times, she till couldn’t smile. She felt exhausted, asking herself when would she be free like the birds.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

“Mum?” “Stay back,” I say gently, holding out a trembling hand. The glow brightens, flickering like sunlight through water. My heart races. “It’s okay, baby. I just need…” The light bursts outward. It’s not violent… it’s beautiful. A slow wave of shimmering silver and gold sweeps across the kitchen, wrapping around the furniture like mist. The pancakes lift slightly from the pan, hovering for a heartbeat before settling again. Dust looks like it turns to glitter in the air.

Right there, the blushing sun threw and washed itself all over his pale skin, sucking all the small energy that was last left inside of him. He exhaled air through his clenched teeth and let his eyes wander on the azure sky, dotted by a huge family of fluffy clouds that helplessly danced as if their “lives” depended on it.

Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy. The children, little embodiments of solar energy themselves, danced around Jolene, their joyful cries mixing with the deep hum of the sun's surface. Jolene was vibrant and full of life, a beacon of warmth that drew everyone in. Apollo felt his heart swell with love as he watched her embrace their children, twirling and spinning with them, her movements as fluid as the flowing solar winds.

The green light under June’s skin kept blinking. Blink. Blink. Blink. It was like the ticking of a hidden clock. June stood on the sand. Her breath came in gasps. The village of Oruk Anam looked perfect. Palm trees moved gently in the breeze. Fresh coconut and salt filled the air. Marcus laughed as he helped a neighbor fix a door. Dante spun Hope around in circles. Their laughter sounded happy against the waves. June saw the truth in the sky. If she squinted she saw a shaking line. It was where the blue air met a glass wall. She felt like a butterfly pinned to a board. She was beautiful and still. A giant eye watched her every move from above.

WE dance for plenty of songs and my feet ache from the long hours the night before but the pain of it is dull compared to the fun I’m having. I dance a bit with Spade and Frost, then again with Killer. The night ends as the first touch of the sun breaks through. My body feels like it went through a grinder, but inside I am burning with life. Killer takes my hand and beckons me outside. We walk to the top of the Hill and sit as the first touch of sunlight kisses the river. This right here is peace. “Do you think momma can see me from here?” “Yeah, I think she’s smiling up from there,” He points to the sun.

She pressed a hand to her head. “I think my brain tried to exit through my ears.” “That usually happens after you talk." Caleb muttered. She glared. Then immediately winced. “Okay,” she admitted. “Maybe not funny right now.” My gaze lifted instinctively. “Blaze!” I shouted. Nothing. Panic clawed up my throat. “Blaze!” I yelled again, louder. Then the sand about ten feet away erupted outward and a shape rolled free. Blaze surfaced coughing, his coat torn and his eyes burning too bright in the rising sun.

Her eyes were red as she stepped forward, one slow step at a time. I almost laughed at the sheer audacity. During the time she was "dead," I slit my wrists. I overdosed on pills. I tried to jump off a building. I must have tried a hundred different ways to kill myself just so I could be with her again. The only person who stood by me through all of it was Lena. Lena told me over and over that she would stay. That all I had to do was turn around. That all I had to do was let go.

The cool breeze flowing and grey cloudy sky was making the scene more magical then ever. Ferris stood up and nuzzled his head in the nape of her neck. Her lavender fragrance enticing him beyond limits.... "Ferris....I always wished to dance among fireflies.... and see here are fireflies...." Hazel told him dreamily. Ferris listened to her attentively and then whispered in her ear, "I have the music too." He said as he played the music "Fireflies" by owl City. "Woah really....." Hazel was too excited to relish her wish.