The Sky Beneath Us Novels & Stories

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

“But hey, at least you looked good in the picture” His hand left mine and moved to my shoulder, his forehead, wrinkles from lifting his brows. “Kailee. The video is down” “But the sting of humiliation isn’t. People still think, I’m your pity pick” I shrugged to throw his hand off my shoulder He exhaled and looked around taking two steps that almost closed the space between us. The line between my boobs and his chest was so thin. I couldn’t look at him, all I did was stare at our feet.

The sky had indeed turned incredibly dark and overcast, but the first drops of rain hadn't even begun to fall yet. "No need," I said calmly. "I brought my own." I reached into my bag and pulled out a standard, lightweight black compact umbrella. It was entirely ordinary and practical. Tristan’s hand froze mid-air. As the automatic window rolled up, sealing the space between us, the very first drop of rainwater splashed against the glass pane. Tristan remained standing right there on the curb, holding up a brand new, luxury umbrella that nobody was ever going to accept.

I said. "For what," he said. "For everything," I said. "Sitting. Reading. Being in." I looked at the window. "The sky is right from here." He looked at it. The sky from this window was the sky properly, the way I had meant when I said it, not framed by buildings or interrupted by anything, just the sky doing whatever it was doing that morning which was grey and specific and entirely Sky Shade City. "We will need furniture," I said. "Yes," he said.

Alexander and Jax found one in the wreckage of a lower-tier hangar, its carbon-fiber hull scorched but its magnetic treads still functional. As they ascended, the city began to shrink beneath them. From this height, the Northern Basin looked like a small, green thumbprint on a vast, white canvas of salt. Alexander watched the horizon, where the grey of the smog met the bruised purple of the winter sky. He could feel the altitude in his lungs, a thinness that reminded him of the "Digital Ascension" he had performed during the Icarus crisis. "Everything looks so small from up here," Jax muttered, his hands white-knuckled on the Sky-Jack’s controls. "It’s hard to remember that down there, peopl

Gerfast spat onto the sidewalk and turned his attention to the black pall swallowing the final light of the sun, plunging the city in a quietness that split only when the clouds parted as a skein of rain misted over the rooftops and roads. The scorched earth was drenched in a flood that gathered swiftly down the alleyways and gutters, washing out the bodies of the plagued that chose to die in the shadows between dawn and dusk. Lightning streaked white and hot across the blackened sky. The body of a child, bloated with pulpy rotted eyes in a bulbous skull floated along the gutter with little rags of flesh trailing after like tissue paper in the water. He spat on it just as it passed beneath h

She continued. She's right, but it's unlikely that we'll find her above. I mean, that's too unrealistic considering that she's a mermaid. "But she's a mermaid...she possibly couldn't last without any source of water. Even though she could turn herself into human form, she possibly couldn't last it for so long." I spoke. Niara looked at me before she continued speaking. "Wait! Are you sure that there's no water above?" I was lost of words when I heard her. She's right, we hardly know anything about the clear sky. We only know that it holjds the two powerful creation by Him, the sun and the moon.

’ Thoughts like this ease his pain every time his father would degrade him as if he was not his child but a mere tool used to destroy the powerhouse of the Nether World. Apollo Sky was about to stand when he saw a couple of looming shadows along with their gigantic white- feathered wings landing onto the wide landing strip were nothing but a fountain was placed. Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat.

Harmony sustained. Then, beneath it, one more line — handwritten, impossible, yet unmistakably human: “We dreamed the sky awake.”