The Sky Beneath Us Novels & Stories

I went in there and took all the security measures that were recommended; when the toy started to rotate it was gradual, little by little I could feel that we were leaving the place, slowly, my eyes roamed all the space around us; the couple in the seat above us and two friends below; as we approached the top, I felt like we were floating and going higher and higher; adrenaline was replaced by fear as our seat began to move so slowly that we seemed to be standing there; a thin, involuntary scream rose from my throat at the exact moment that our seat seemed to move in the air; Benjamim grabbed my hand tightly and asked me to stay calm, that this was part of the experience. I took a deep breat

After that, Mayel became open to the public and became the holy land of Eplica, where people go to learn cultivation. On the day of KuLaa and Kurt's ascension, the whole continent gathered and watched as the heavens thundered and rained. The torrent was so heavy that not everyone could bear to stand in it. All of a sudden, a deafening thunder struck the sky and slit the heavens open. Then a whirlwind rushed out of the slit and encircled the husband and wife. Before everyone's eyes, KuLaa and Kurt held each other in an embrace as the wind raged around them.

The night air is filled with a sense of contentment, a perfect end to a day of celebration and laughter. Apollo sits on a log near the fire, Jolene by his side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The children run through the darkness, their silhouettes illuminated by the bonfire's glow. Above them, the night sky reveals the vastness of the cosmos, with constellations forming intricate patterns. It’s a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the immense beauty of their celestial home.

He rarely fought him when he was a kid. They walked in silence as they trod the path of the moon road silently lighted by the white glowing flowers and insects. The ceiling above them appeared like it has a glass ceiling but it was actually made of water. It reflected the clearness of the ink-black night illuminated by the moon. “This moon path is very beautiful,” said Rana admiring the path they walked on. “How I wish I knew this path existed then we could have entered here, Enos.” She said as she looked around and up the sky like they were simply strolling in the village park.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

His feet are hanging over the edge because he is too tall for this small space. Shyly, I begin to cuddle up to him, putting my head on his bicep and my arm over his chest. There are three covers underneath us and he pulls one over us so that we won't be cold. It's more comfortable than I thought it would be. The sight above us makes me gasp. The sky, like a black canvas, is filled with bright, shining stars. There are so many of them. "Wow." I whisper. "It's so beautiful."

I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Happy Fourth of July, the sun princess just defended her title, the storm queen’s drunk on mead, and the lake is terrified of us.” Above us, the phoenix dissolves into a million tiny suns that spell, in perfect English and Japanese: WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED. Best summer ever. The Quiet One July 17, 2029 – 3:17 a.m., the roof of the old bathhouse ruins The sky is the color of bruised thunderclouds even though there isn’t a storm for a thousand miles.

“We didn’t just find it, Kael. We deserved it.” We spent the night under the free sky, far from the steel chains of the Old world. We sat on fire, ate of the fruits we had bred, and talked about the future – not about blueprints or repair protocols, but about gardens, about the return of birds, about the simple life we still have before. But the next morning something changed. A strange, melodic sums floated over the light. We jumped, ready for everything – but it was not a drone. Two shiny silver missiles sank down from the azure blue sky. They were