Without The Darkness We'd Never See The Stars Novels & Stories

He taps my shoulder and heads off to the stables. ********** In the cool of the night I stare at the flames as they lick the air around ‘em. Stretching as far as they can and shrinking back in size, only to repeat the same meaningless attempt again and again. I guess the darkness can be that strong sometimes. No matter how hard you fight against it, it will always win. I look up at the stars, most of which are covered by the clouds, and let the music take me away while the celebrations go on around me.

The Flame Child joined her, his fire softer now, more ember than blaze. “Do you feel it too?” she asked. He nodded. “The stars are tired.” “They’ve burned for ages.” “They’ve lived for ages,” he corrected. “And like all living things, they must rest.” Lyra’s gaze lifted to the heavens. Where there had once been countless lights, there were now fewer. Yet the darkness between them did not frighten her. It shimmered faintly — alive with memory. “Maybe darkness isn’t loss,” she whispered.

“Good day? Day doesn’t exist, luna. It’s always night.” “Yet when the clouds are grey, we call it a day. When the clouds are dark, we call it a night. I know it’s always night, but we want to believe that something nonexistent, like the day, still exists. Subtly masqueraded, yet we want to believe that it exists. As for nights… they are always gloomy until one sees the moon and the stars.” “Luna wants to believe in hope?” “I do because it’s not the sky that holds the darkness, it’s the eyes that are blind to light.”

Because if he had, then it meant someone, at last, had glimpsed the truth of me. The other one cleared his throat softly, breaking the tension. His tone was lighter, but careful. “Madam,” he said, almost conversationally, “complete darkness can be beautiful too.” I blinked at him, surprised. My voice came out quieter than I intended. “How so?” He gave a small, almost rueful smile. “It is said that without the dark, we can’t see the stars.” The answer was simple. But something in it tugged at me. The faintest smile ghosted my lips, bitter but genuine for a heartbeat. “I’m afraid there’s nothing else left to see for me in this world.”

I glanced over his hand on mine and then smiled, nodding at what he said. "Even in the velvet dark there is the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun there will be those stars to bring hope of the dawn. It is always the light we crave, for without it what is our world? Would be become creatures of the night forever to scuttle and hide from predators imagined or real?" I turned to look at him, as I questioned him vague things about the light.

He stood still looking at her, he flabbergasted, thinking she should be in the lab, trying to control her shift but here she was laughing like nothing was happening to her. "Eddie, is everything alright? " Ella's voice brought him back to reality. "Huh, yes I'm fine," he said looking at Mrs Smith who acted as if nothing was wrong. Darkness, the absence of light. Take it literally or the other way, it basically means one thing, the inability to find your way. In this life, getting lost in the dark is inevitable. It’s up to us to overpower the gloom with a flicker of courage, hope, and faith. Because no matter how vast the darkness is, how much it renders us blind and lost, even the tiniest gl

And he had been with Lawrence , breathing down her neck the whole time. She tried to turn away from him, but his darkness was everywhere. It looked as if she were floating in a night sky, but all the stars were impossibly far away; there was no sign of Earth. Close by were patches of darker blackness, swirling abysses. And every now and then a shaft of light appeared, a beacon of hope, illumination. Then the light would vanish. Where are we? she asked.

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

Finding comfort in it. “You like the night,” I said. “Makes sense. Darkness is familiar. Safe. Close to what you were.” The fragment pulsed. Agreement maybe. Or just an acknowledgement. “The stars are beautiful, aren't they?” Kade pointed up. “Each one is a sun. Like our sun but far away. And around those suns are worlds. Maybe with people. Maybe with life. All of it exists. All of it choosing to be something instead of nothing.” The fragment rose higher. Drifted toward the stars. Curious. Drawn to the lights in the darkness.

Ernest said. Don looked up. He turned to a page. He read: "The darkness was not the absence of light. It was the presence of something else. The presence of the stars, the presence of the aurora, the presence of the snow reflecting what little light there was. The darkness held things. The light was what revealed them." He closed the book. "That is the same writer as the essays," Ernest said. "Yes. She has a consistent way of thinking about the dark. Not as lacking. As a presence."