Sunsets Cartoon Novels & Stories

“We definitely need to do this again!” “Indeed! It seems the smaller ones always have the best scenery.” Joanne replied as she snuggled into Bart’s embrace. “I agree that this sunset is much better up high then the one on the beach below. That one was pretty, but we can see everything up here. The ocean is such a deep and beautiful blue. And the clouds make it look like a work of art.”

Well, she was right about the sunsets. I’ve never seen anything as spectacular as this in my life. The sun is slowly glowing down the sky, and it’s not just sinking, it’s shooting rays of pink and orange with such dramatic force, I’m put in mind of one of Noah’s superheroes. “Sunset” sounds quite passive, quite nothing-y. This is more like sun-pow! Sun-take-that!

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.