The Sun Also Rises Novels & Stories

"Let's not talk about it, hmm? I'm really fine. We're fine." I slowly nodded my head as if hypnotized by his eyes. "Look," he suddenly said, making me snap my gaze away from him. "The sun is rising." I turned my head to the side and gasped when I saw the sun rising to the sky. The once dull atmosphere was now illuminated by an orange tint, and I couldn't look away. The two of us just sat there, unmoving, while watching the magnificent sunrise. At that moment, I realized that we were like the sunrise. And this is our new beginning.

He needs immediate care because it looks like he had lost a lot of blood. The early morning sun rises on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow across the sky. Its soft rays pierce through the cool, misty air, creating a serene atmosphere that calms the senses and soothes the soul. The sun's vibrant light illuminates the world, revealing the intricate details of nature and painting the landscape with shades of orange, pink, and red.

Rays of light flashed around him, and an extremely hot air instantly rose from his body. A scorching hot sun suddenly appeared in the surrounding sky. The sun was rising in the sky, and the surrounding air waves were bending and rolling in the heat. Riley, who was under the shadow of the sun the size of a millstone, suddenly shouted, "Nine Suns shine in the sky!"

I told him and turned my back beside him with his hands wrapped on my waist while I leaned backwards to his chest and steady breathing. "This is so beautiful, Sebastian, the sun is no longer red but bright yellow. It's as if it's seeking entrance to sneak out. Do you know where the sun goes later in the night?" "Hmmmm….to another world. Once it's done with this planet, it rises to another planet. It never rests, it rotates every time." "That's sad!" "Why do you say so?" "Because something as special as unique as the sun works so hard but never gets any return for its good deeds."

It became apparent that the internet cannot always be relied upon for factual information. When I opened the window after a nap, the bright light hurt my eyes. I quickly locked the windows and closed it with the curtain. Damn! I showered and covered myself with clothes to avoid exposing my skin to the sun and remembered that I was going to school and left home.

It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not. Over time, I’ve realized that when I’m called, there is always a human who stands out to me, one who calls to me in some way or another. This time, when I felt the call to rise, it was Emmi who called to me. She was an orphan, someone who never had a family, but who always stood up for the underdog. She was the one who would walk through the forest and help the creatures who were injured or trapped. They responded to her, as they would have to me, with trust and affection.

A new world. "Look," I said, pointing at the sky. "See that? That's the sun. It comes up every day, but today is special. Today is your first sunrise." She blinked. I don't think she could see that far, but I didn't care. I wanted to tell her everything. Show her everything.

Like slipping into an old rhythm that never truly disappeared. When they finally stepped outside the café, the sun was rising fully, casting a soft golden glow over the street. Jamal walked her to her car. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked with a hopeful smile. Yara raised an eyebrow. “Is this becoming a routine?” “Only if you want it to.” She pretended to consider. “Maybe.” His smile widened—slow, warm, grateful. “Well,” he said, taking a small step back, “have a beautiful day, Yara.”

I swear. She sparkles and twinkles and blinks with honey brown light in the wake of daylight's rigor mortis. She shimmers. Glimmers. And burns. They say that no matter how long the night is, eventually, day will break, right? But what if your Sun was not a Sun. What if there was no guarantee that the Sun will show up when morning finally comes. What if your Sun was a person, not a ball of hydrogen and helium burning fierce and bright, zillions of miles away. What if your Sun didn't need to rise; rather, you needed it, or him, or her, to walk into your life before you could see clear skies.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.