The Sun As Feelings Novels & Stories

Now she wasn’t a match for him even if she went all out. “You were worried,” Mane pulled Sunflower onto his chest gently and whispered into her ear. After his breakthrough the emotions of others became much clearer to him. He could sense joy, grief, anxiety, and worry, to name a few. As for complex emotions like love, Mane could sense them too. But he wasn’t able to differentiate between familial love, friendship love and the love between couples. For they all felt the same. “Yes,” Sunflower admitted while making herself comfortable on Mane’s chest. Since he was larger than she was, it was pretty easy to find a comfortable spot on the young Supreme. She didn’t know how many times she had fal

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

Feel her. She gazed at him as he gazed at the setting sun. The feeling was a whisper in her heart, a flutter that accompanied every thought and lingered in every shared moment. She experienced the bloom of emotions—like flowers unfurling in spring—yet the identity of the gardener remains a mystery. It was a paradox where the heart recognised his presence but remained oblivious to what he truly meant, leaving her entangled in the delicate threads of an emotion she could feel but not fully explain.

Offering momentarily bliss to ignorant people…then began to torture them in its blistering dominance. I…. I spent years wanting to bask myself with the sun’s warmth. I always pray at night to give me at least a one in a million chance to make me feel the glimmer of hope in my limbs. The sun rays kissing my skin. I just want to feel something. I just want to feel human. I prayed. I prayed. And prayed. I wish for sun to never leave my line of vision. To keep me company to my grey solitary room. Yet, it disappears when the night came. Leaving me by myself. To my own monster in my head.

The fading sunlight cast a soft glow on the lines etched on Larry's face, revealing the intricate map of emotions he carried. Abigail, her eyes reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun, nodded in quiet understanding. "Larry, I feel the same way. Sophia was a part of both of our lives, and we can cherish her memory in our own ways." Her voice, gentle and filled with empathy, created a space for shared vulnerability.

I feel safe, and I feel at peace. "Look at how the sun is setting," I told him. "I hate sunsets," he uttered. His chin rested on my shoulder. I pouted. "Why? It’s beautiful. " "Because I hate seeing the moon. How I wish I wouldn’t see the sun set." My forehead furrowed. "But I love the moon as well." "Really?" He whispered on my skin. I nodded. "I love sunsets because it’s a reminder that not every ending is ugly and sad. It could be beautiful as well. And it could be a new start too, a start to look forward to something new. Like the stars and the moon. "

Salvatore. As I stood in my study, completely enthralled by the breathtaking sunset, I could not help but be mesmerized by the stunning view before me. The sky was painted in a mesmerizing mix of colors, with hues of orange, pink, and purple blending together seamlessly. The sun itself was a fiery ball of orange, slowly sinking below the horizon. The rays of the sun shone directly into my study, casting a warm glow on my face. I could feel the heat of the sun on my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.

I retorted in a loud voice, so she could be able to hear me. Don’t be surprise if I tell you that I Ava Kings have never felt the sun or know what it looks like before in my whole life. I might have seen or feel it before when I was a kid, but all the feelings and memories are gone now, I forgot what the sun looks like or how it feels even, I assume it’s always the shape of the moon.

"Fine, sorry. It has already happened. Maybe relaxing a little won't hurt you, right? " I didn't say anything else after that. I shifted my gaze to the scene in front of me. The sunset started to show in its boldest blaze. Its orange color reminds me of oranges that I used to eat when I was a kid. I put my hands in front of me and traced the horizon. It was like a painting. It felt as if I were staring at artwork by an unknown artist sitting in a museum. The wind blew my hair, and I closed my eyes and smiled. I could hear the unspoken feelings and messages of people around me. I truly believe that someday it will reach the person whom they want to tell about it.

"I am all alone without you, My days are dark without a glimpse of you, But, now that you came into my life I feel complete, The flowers bloom, the morning shines and I can't see......" He did things to her lips and tongue that she had never experienced. But, it felt incredibly sweet. "Your love is like the sun, That lights up my whole world, I feel the warmth inside, Your love is like a river, That flows down through my veins, I feel the chill inside, Your love, your love....."