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

It must have been the new moon's day as there was no site of the moon. "Without the moon, there's so much darkness around the stars." Rosaleigh spoke. Her eyes gazing at a faraway spot as she stood beside me. "Stars shine to overcome the darkness. If they wont shine, the darkness would consume them. No one could fight the darkness for them." I replied still observing the pitch black sky. From the corner of my eyes I saw Rosaleigh's sight flickering towards me. "What if the stars fear that the darkness would take away every bit of happiness they possess?" She asked. I felt that this conversation wasn't about the stars and the moon anymore.

She would return it to me as soon as possible. With a heavy heart, I nodded and laid down on my bed, seeing the white blank ceiling and missing the one in my home. I had pasted stars on it, that glowed in the darkness. It felt like even when it was dark, stars would shine on top of mine, guiding and showing me a path to the light. It made me see that only in darkness we could see the light and understand its value. It was Kabir's idea.

Sit modus deam benedicat animabus illorum sub lucem hyacintho luna est scriptor Ut benedicat deam luna est luna, lux hyacintho luna sub meam” (From the deep of the spirit, who has never fallen asleep, do good to me. The spirits of the air were foul and black. It is not a pleasant thing to be kind to me. Passion and thought with the spirit of the anger against the destruction provided that it is them to me. The Spirit of the cold and the frost by the phantoms of crime and vice do good to me. May The moon goddess bless the luna' soul under the light of the blue moons)

So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home... ---------_--------------------+++++------------+++++++++

All she can see is darkness. ‘Darkness again… If he’s really my family, why did he give into darkness? All I want is light from the people who love me, but I want my family to give the brightest light I could ever see in my life. I didn’t know that knowing one of them would just give me the darkest light I’ve ever wanted in my life.’

while the moon illuminating the dark sky promises that even in darkness, we will find our light. Our love will brighten even the darkest nights of our lives, while our togetherness will always help us to navigate the difficult path of our lives. _______________________________________________________________ It seems like Jarek has some more surprises for me, but I don't think he can up himself after his last surprise. But still, I am excited to see what he has planned next. Lifting my hand before my face, probably for the millionth time, I dreamily sigh with a smile.

There’s joy in my life. I tip the waiter and stand. When Eve stands, I wrap my jacket around her shoulders and ask her to walk beneath the stars with me. It’s not long until we have left the small village behind, and are walking through the countryside, the mountains looming in front of us. The further we get from the streetlights, the night expands like black angel wings, protecting the earth as she dreams. In the serenade of the black, the stars are a choir; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns. Sometimes eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song. My soul is burning bright, this is how life should be.

Tiene los ojos de un asesino. Adam I lay on my back, staring at the night sky; I had no comfort of a warm blanket or soft bed. Rather than having civilian luxuries, I was on the desert ground, using a rock as my pillow. Like most nights, it was cold, and I couldn't sleep. I looked at the stars with boredom. As a child, I enjoyed looking at the stars while camping with my mother and father. My mother used to tell me stories about the stars and how the constellations danced across the skies, and I was always amazed. Now, I could care less about the stars; they no longer captivated me when I was freezing from the cold.

Lightning is the reason for haste. No one knows where she came from in the darkness. And where did she disappear to? And where will it reappear And with what force. But lightning is different. Might hurt a little Or maybe kill. Can give a spark Or maybe burn everything. Thunder is the harbinger of lightning, Thunder can deafen Paralyze all living things The weak of heart is to be killed. Lightning and thunder - that's success in battle. But more intelligent Who escapes the fight He is truly intelligent

The color was so different from the black that he favored. They had made him love the darkness, which looked so much like the tincture of the night. However, he still preferred starred nights better, not those empty and cloudy skies; the void they delivered was too real: he feared it would suck in him, never letting him go. Nights with stars were different: the little dots occupied his mind, reflected on his eyes, made him think of different times, past, fleeting moments that he thought he had forgotten.