Sunshine Soil Novels & Stories

a woman in the front row whispered, her voice carrying through the link. From the newly darkened earth, the "Sombra-Wheat" broke through. It didn't look like the golden wheat of the 20th century. Its stalks were a deep indigo, and its grains were packed with "Bio-Luminescent Nutrients" that provided a complete spectrum of vitamins and Sombra-enzymes. This wheat didn't need pesticides, because its internal chemistry was toxic to locusts. It didn't need irrigation, because it drew its water directly from the Sombra-link’s global hydraulic network.

As they got closer, they realized Joli was holding a small hoe and digging in the soil. He explained as he dug, "Although strawberries aren't particularly picky about soil, the best option is fertile, loose, sandy soil with good drainage and a pH between 5.5 to 6.5. The soil here isn't too bad, but the drainage isn't quite as good as sandy soil…"

What was simply green a week ago has transformed into a garland of the most vivid blossoms. They are colours from which to weave dreams, as smooth and joyous as any silk. Even though the science is fully grasped, the way they originate from the soil, sunshine, and rain feels magical. The older I become, the more I realise what a marvel they are, greater than any image or movie.

"You have to ask it what it needs." She placed her palm on the dirt. A pulse of green light rippled from her hand. "This soil is thirsty," she murmured. "But not for water. For nutrients." She channeled the energy. Nitrogen. Phosphorus. Life. Before their eyes, the cracked earth knit itself together. It turned a rich, dark loam color. A sprout poked its head up—a stalk of corn, growing in rocky soil where nothing but weeds had grown for a century.

He needs to learn about it from me, without an audience to goad him into making a rash decision. Once the sun has gone down. Far in the distance, you can make out the soulfire lights of the nearest city, Sunstone, shining on the horizon. I take my true form and pierce the earth with my talons. It responds instantly, and I know that I can get it to do whatever I need it to do. So I think about rich soil, full of nutrients and life. I think about groundwater bubbling to the surface, supporting the soil, and sustaining new life.

SHAWN One minute I’m sitting on my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, staring at nothing in particular and the next, I’m waking up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and a dull heaviness sitting behind my eyes. For a second, everything feels normal. Then it comes back.The pack. The bond. Kane. I exhale slowly, dragging a hand over my face before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. A notification blinks on the screen. Mike. " I know you left.Just… whatever you decide, I'm on your side."

Sienna asked, her voice hitching slightly at the memory of the delicate, glowing flower they had planted together over her son's ashes. "No," Aria replied, a bright, genuine smile touching her eyes. "These are Sun-fire seeds. They bloom in the early spring. They have bright, golden petals, and they grow best in soil that has been turned over entirely. They thrive where the bitter roots used to be." Aria held her hand out, offering half of the seeds to Sienna. Sienna looked at the tiny specks of life resting in Aria’s palm. She looked at the woman who had offered her a home when she deserved a grave, a seat at the table when she deserved the shadows, and a shared, profound understanding when

Theodore interrupted. "Hey give me back my phone you jerk." I had to smile. They were definitely alright. "Hey," I guess he was able to get the phone from her hand. He was such a bully sometimes. Scratch that. He was lookssuch a bully all the time. A big bully. "Hey." Hey? Hey? That's all I have got to say? What in the world is wrong with me? "What have you decided about the stargazing?" He asked.

Weigh me down is a comforter of similar material. The smell of sage and lavender waifs around me in billowing clouds of incense, a traditional medicine that helps in soothing my racing heart, helping me find calm. Beyond that surface smell is the tangy smell of poultices and potions and beneath that smell is one of deep earth, of earthen walls crafted in the old ways of those who know the value of such things. The soil is dark, rich, and moist. I know that if I could reach out and touch the wall and see it under the light it would be a deep red, or maybe soft golden brown. Healthy, not polluted, clean in a way that is rare on the surface. It has been a long time since I have smelled somethin

I shoved another brand of sun cream in the tote bag, Cecil threw me another one in a tube and I read through the brand name and how to use it, just in case it was different from the others. Sunshine brand, orange and nude brand color. “Looks good?” She asked from where she stood in front of the mirror, tying her transparent black sarong. It was one of those mild sunny spring days, and we were not planning to pass up the chance to enjoy it.