The Sun As Feelings Novels & Stories

He paused to catch his breath. I saw that opportunity to throw the question that have been bothering me for a while. “So what you mean is that was why you feel in love with the sun?” He shook his head. “No, but if you hear me till the end you would know so what do you say?” I nodded. “Go on.” He smiled and cleared his throat. “Then the reflection of the sun took charge of the once rumbling river water and it beautified it with its colour.” “Isn't that wonderful?” He revealed his teeth to me.

“Try harder.” He nodded. “I will. But hear something you do not want.” “Speak.” “The Sun is not merely light. It is forgetting. When it descends upon a thing it means to keep—” He exhaled. “It burns the shadows out of memory.” My heart did a slow, unhelpful thing. “No.” “I’ve seen it in scraps. Old wars. Stolen priestesses. They come back speaking a name that isn’t theirs. Or not at all.”

I rolled my eyes at Blue's comment, and Leviathan grinned with arrogant curiosity. "Might as well test things out," Lupa whispered with a chuckle. I looked up at the beautiful sunny day and smiled as I felt the heat from the sun across my skin. Over the years, I noticed that the weather coincided with my emotions, which I had always thought was purely coincidental. My bad days grew worse when what was supposed to be a beautiful day turned stormy. If only I had known then what I know now, I probably would have tried to control my emotions a little better.

Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy. The children, little embodiments of solar energy themselves, danced around Jolene, their joyful cries mixing with the deep hum of the sun's surface. Jolene was vibrant and full of life, a beacon of warmth that drew everyone in. Apollo felt his heart swell with love as he watched her embrace their children, twirling and spinning with them, her movements as fluid as the flowing solar winds.

It was replaced by gentle and longing. He's really here...with me. It feels like the storm instantly vanished and the sun is shining at me.

“I don’t think I’m the right person…” “Come on, Katey. Please…” Ecto did his pleading-puppy bit again. “I know you can do it because you are good at English and literature.” “Oh, all right. Just stop flashing those puppy eyes at me. Lemme see…” Kate tried to find the words. “It’s like what I said already. The sun is the sun but the way people react to it depends on where they’re standing… or sitting. If I was walking towards my crush and I wanted to look and smell as fresh as possible to him, then the sun would be the bane of my existence. But if I were sitting on a towel on the beach…”

When the sun turned into orange, Sierra stopped them and as usual, she questioned them one by one. “What do you feel today when you’re meditating?” She asked calmly. Leon raised his hand first and answered, “I’m not sure, but I definitely feel calm and umm… a breeze? Yeah, like a breeze kept tickling my hair.” Sierra nodded her head and turned it towards Gray.

Now, He should be familiar with a girl's power. looking at the sun, I realised the beauty of this chain. 'People forget the beauty of life in the well of their sadness. Rather than being satisfied with what they have, the urge for a different thing. The sun never thought of asking for anything but gives all it has to everyone' I calmed a little seeing the scenery in front of me. I sat on the edge of the window and felt the heat of red sun rays. It soothed me a lot. Time passed remembering my last few days until someone knocked on the door.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

“Even us Fae are not exempt from being wrong.” With a final quiver, the last of the silver threads fell apart. My vision was blurring from the lack of oxygen in my lungs. I forced myself to take quiet, shallow breaths while I built up my strength. I let the warm rays of the sun break through the cold that surrounded me. As I gave myself over to the brightness of the sun, I felt a trickle of power surface within me. That trickle quickly turned into a flood, and I felt myself drowning in the warm power of the sun.