The Sunshine Mind Novels & Stories

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

He pulled Daniel close to him to replace all finger prints with bug marks. He was getting high on them... Purely intoxicating... They were indulged in the moment with him drowning down in pleasure. They even noticed the clouds getting dark, roaring and thundering. As in celebrating their Love Bond. Somewhere the lightning struck startled them pulling them out of the magic... It started raining heavily. And they were standing in rain enjoying the rain drops in each other hug. ****** "I am hungryyyy." Russell whined as he came out of shower. Freshly bathed.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Coming down a sunny day Yesterday and days before Sun is cold and rain is hot I know Midnight pay for all my time Yet forever long ago Through the circle fast and slow I know It can stop, I wonder I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain? I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain? Coming down a sunny day I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain? I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain? Coming down a sunny day I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain? I wanna know Have you ever seen the rain?

He looked like he wanted to arrest the guy simply for existing. I tried to focus, shutting out the loud pop music blasting through the deck speakers and the constant sound of splashing water so I could catch the thoughts drifting around us. Unfortunately, all I found was noise. [God, look at the guy in the black shirt by the bar.] [Is he a model? Those arms are unreal.] [Please tell me that's his sister and not his girlfriend.] [I still have a chance.] I swallowed. I didn't need to be a professional mind reader to know those thoughts belonged to the group of women sitting at the table to our left.

“Timothy, I’m asking you a question.” “Oh, were you asking me? Could you at least clarify who you were asking a question to? There’s so many of us here, so I can’t possibly tell who you’re speaking to.” Harmony felt like they were unfairly targeting her. Timothy proceeded to tell her, “Lynn Peterson. She’s the second daughter of Mr. Simon Peterson who used to play in a band with Uncle Dylan. She’s a mixed Celestria-Kasnian and is coming to Northtide to learn the cultural dance.”

"My son isn't dead. He was just abroad getting treatment. I have no idea who started those rumors..." Watching her lie without a trace of shame, I laughed out loud. She was the one who sent me overseas. She was the one who told everyone I was dead. She transferred my inheritance, my shares—everything—into Jake's name. She left me with nothing. My mother shot me a warning glare. And then the screen lit up. Photos and videos started playing one after another. Every single one showed what I'd been through. Electroshock. Medication. Bright white lamps shining in my eyes, trying to make me forget Emily.

Chapter 9 While I was driving to school the next morning, I was tempted to stop by the coffee shop, just to get coffee and donuts of course. Definitely not because I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about my exchange with Theodore last night or because I wonder if I would bump into him again before we see each other at school. No that would make me pathetic, and I am not pathetic. I have no idea as to why I couldn’t stop thinking about night skys and crickets or why I was desperately looking forward to being in school today. It was a monday. I should hate mondays. But I didn’t hate today. I was humming a song in the shower and I didn’t even argue with Cole at the breakfast table. I do not

He leaned in closer, the deep timbre of his voice brushing against my ear. "Well, if it's someone like you, then maybe this doesn't seem so—" "No way!" My three brothers jumped in unison, cutting me off. "Huh? I actually—" "Yunice!" Jimmy interrupted sharply. "Didn't you say you wanted to join a production team? I've got a great script for you." "Forget about it," I said. "Money-making is way better than wasting time on some guy!" Donald didn't even flinch. "The most popular couple on the dating variety show stands a chance at securing a film role with none other than the international director, Mr. Mike," he said smoothly.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y