The Sky Beneath Us Novels & Stories

They formed a phalanx of shields, protecting the rollers as Lucian and Isabella picked off the drones from the center. Above the Blue As they broke the stratosphere, the sky turned from azure to deep violet, and then to the absolute black of the void. Below them, the curvature of the Earth was visible, a marble of dark continents and swirling white clouds. "Look," Meilin whispered, pointing upward.

But looking at Nate as he spreads his body weight over the blankets to make sure they reached all sides of the back, I couldn't think of anything else I would wish for that wasn't right in front of me. "The sky is beautiful," I comment as I hop into the back and spread my limbs out on the makeshift bed. "It's like you can see the whole universe." It was a magical sight to see this. White lights touch every inch of the black canvas that is above us. It was enough to make all words vanish. One could feel incredibly overwhelmed at the thought that we are a speck in the universe. "I wish you could see this," I sadly add.

They were the King and Queen of a world they had built, heading into the heavens to kill the gods who thought they still owned the deed. "This is not the end" Clara said, her hand over his on the throttle. "The sky is the new baseline." "No," Julian replied, banking the ship toward the lunar light. "The sky is the new Frontier."

“It’s not supposed to.” The ground trembled faintly beneath us. From the east. From the city. “They’re building underground,” I continued. “Using infrastructure as framework.” Vale cursed under his breath. “That will stabilize faster than aerial construction.” “Yes.” “And once it stabilizes—” “They’ll reopen the sky.” Silence fell. Heavy. Urgent. “What do we do?” Lena asked. I looked toward the horizon. Toward the city. Toward the fracture spreading beneath millions of lives.

Big Bend — desert. Michigan dunes — sand. And one under D.C. itself. Rowan stops typing. “Under D.C.?” “Of course it is,” Draven mutters. “They built on top of it.” Sky walks in, Creek behind her, both covered in soil. Hope — the sapling — grew three feet overnight. Its silver leaves now chime when the wind hits. “It’s calling them,” Sky says softly. “I can hear it at night. Like a lullaby. Wake up. Wake up.”

They boarded a ship and drifted downstream toward Canmir in the south. Neither of them had ever been there before. They only heard that Canmir had recently been struck by famine. After three days and nights of sailing, their ship finally reached Canmir. The terrain in Canmir was rugged and steep. The mountains stretched on endlessly too. The moment Selene and Fenric disembarked, they were struck by the sight before them. In the distance lay vast green plains, and at the edge of the plains were towering, snowy white mountains. Everywhere in the streets and alleys were objects related to religion belief. When they passed by the Matron Abbey, they heard the continuous stream of prayers inside.

“Because things can be replaced. People can’t. Especially the right people.” Her pulse quickened. She wanted to press him for more, but something in his expression told her the conversation would end if she pushed too far. Later that night, she stood on the balcony, the cool wind tugging at her hair. Below, the streets glistened under the streetlamps, cars gliding past like silent predators. She heard the sliding door open behind her. “You spend a lot of time out here,” Matteo said. “It’s the only place I can breathe.”

he said cheerfully. The sun was beaming, hinting at a bright future ahead. Cecilia smiled back and simply said, "Yes."

A massive, green beam of light erupted from the ocean floor, hitting the sky. The clouds began to turn into leaves. "Why is the sky growing?" Leo asked. The woman on the boat pointed up. "Because the Earth is finally going to breathe," she said. "And it starts by exhaling you." The ocean beneath us began to rise. Not a wave. A mountain. What is the 'Harvest' actually collecting?