The Sun As Feelings Novels & Stories

The least I could do was make sure I had enough armor to make it through. The sun was bright in the sky, and the weather gave off all the feelings of a wonderful and carefree day. I groaned and growled at the sun. I was mad that it had the audacity to shine like all was right in the world when so much was wrong, when there was so much trouble happening.

I don't know if it can be called passion, but if it isn't, then what is it? I don't understand why I'm feeling this, why I feel like a strong magnetic force that is pulling me to him. I don't understand why I feel like burning while his eyes are on me. The feeling is unfamiliar but strangely pleasant in some way. It was like the feeling when a blind man sees sunlight for the first time.

And then what? Erwin Wilson propped his chin, trying to recall what he had read. The sun inadvertently does not understand the feelings of sunflowers, is still carefree walking in the sky, and radiates warmth to all species. Sunflowers are very sad. After many days of pain in despair, the flower decides to break out of the ground and fly close to the sun to tell the sun its love.

What we passed was orange because of its rays. What's happening to me is romantic. I can't imagine experiencing this. I am having a trip with my boyfriend as the sun begins to appear and light up the world. Hope sprung up in my heart that the outcome of my relationship with Marcov would be good because of the King Sun that provides a symbol of a strong foundation for the beginning of the day. Meaning, our relationship would be established firm and brilliant. "The sun is beautiful," I said. He turned to me. "And you are my sun," he whispered to me.

Leo The sun cast directly on my face because this shit hanging on the window aren’t curtains. The sun burns my face but not in a bad way, in a way I actually enjoy. It makes me feel warm and I feel my lips curve in a small smile. I raised my hand, letting the sun rays pass through my fingers, playing heartily. For the first time in the past four days I feel like I’m actually alive, I feel attune to nature, life and myself.

They each had a different emotion, some just a twinge, others were quite powerful. I could look at some of her pictures and physically I could feel it’s emotion. There was one of a forest, just trees and sky but after looking at it for a few minutes I couldn’t stop myself from feeling an overwhelming sense of loss. Another was a painting of sunrays through a morning mist and my heart started racing with the feeling of hope.

"Okay then, I'll pass your word on... But, I can't guarantee he'll come." The God of Fire León de Fuego looked at the sunset hiding behind the dark clouds that filled the sky, his aura disappeared, and his heart vaguely had bad premonitions. He stared at Palomas Blancas, asking: "Perhaps you not only love to watch the sunrise but also love to watch the sunset." "Yes, I want when the sun goes down, I'll be the last one it sees, and I see it too." "Why?" "I don't know why either, but every time I look at the sun like this, my heart feels very warm." She innocently said. “I always feel like I've lost something very important, but I don't know what it is.”

it’s so blonde; it reminds me of the sun. And just like that, I feel that light is getting through my darkness again.

Echo’s POV: The blazing sun rays were piercing through my skin giving me warm sensation. Some rays of light fell directly on my closed eyes that it felt as if it would completely make me go blind but after some while I felt like this had stopped. Like the shade of peace, the shade of love and shade of care covered me. It felt warm but not so blazed. It felt cool but not so cold. It felt something that was perfectly fit for me, perfectly made for me.

And those feelings carry over when I open my eyes in the morning. I smile, despite the ache in my head from getting wine drunk the day before, and the sunlight streams onto my face from the open blinds. I feel bathed in light, warm, glowing, a woman in love. I bask in this moment, the joy, the fast thrum of my heart, the butterflies in my stomach, and I never want it to end. I never want these feelings to fade. I love him and he loves me. Mates, forevermore.