Written In The Stars A Novel Novels & Stories

“That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.” Then, as if he was possessed, Zach shoved the police away and stumbled back home. “Starling is just mad. Yes. She has always been that way. When she’s mad, she hides from me. That’s okay. She’ll come out after hiding for a while.” Zach even bought a large bouquet of sunflowers while on his way back. Those were my favorite flowers. He seemed to have become calm once more. Then, he shouted to the empty hou

Noah's POV My body felt stiff and ridged as I came to. I could smell damp earth and the rank stench of death. Old decaying death, not a fresh corpse but something else. As I opened my eyes taking in my surroundings. I realized I was in a decrepit old shed that barely managed to stay upright. My arms were fastened behind me with chains. "Ah, rise and shine sleeping beauty." called an enchanting clear voice.

She was scared that they would be naive again and will lose everything, and she could hardly think about anything other than that as they sat quietly on the rooftop, breathing in the cold air and sitting in silence. The eerie darkness of the night burned into her mind -- and she was pretty sure that this particular night would never escape her memory. She gazed up at the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness — she wondered what the stars thought about their relationship. She hoped that they wouldn't ever be star-crossed. The milky speckles seemed to twirl and dance along in various patterns, and seemed to be tugging

Seeing that I didn't message him back, Shawn scoffed and walked away, and that's when Aster slowly came to. His sweat and blood had dried, sealing his eyelids shut. Too weak to stand, he groped blindly toward the familiar staircase, crawling forward with great effort. "Mommy… I want to go back to Mommy…" Doctors and nurses passing by whispered among themselves—some in pity, others in ridicule. I followed behind Aster, my soul pierced by a thousand needles. Step by step, each feeling like a lifetime. By the time he finally made it back to me, my blood had long since frozen in the cold night air, but Aster didn't understand. He smiled brightly. "Mommy's not bleeding anymore!"

These were all written in blood. The night drew closer and campers were all inside their tent when the hungry-looking beast walked into camp dropping the note he had written in the middle of the camp. The beast left. The night was long, the moon hung high in the velvety night sky, casting a soft, silvery glow over the camp tents. Stars shimmered like distant diamonds, forming constellations that whispered stories. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. It was the dawn of a new day, the sun shone brightly making it a lovely day.

Ariadne nodded slowly. The letter was addressed to her, the script flowing and swirling. Most interestingly, the i’s were not dotted with circles, but small stars. Normally, this wouldn’t annoy her. But this letter was from the astronomer. If he was trying to have his assistance to her outed to the world, this was certainly one way to do it. She cracked open the wax seal to read it…

He took us to a small room at the end of the hall. There was a tiny bed, barely bigger than a cot. A desk with cracked ink bottles. One lonely bookshelf. Underneath the bed, carved in rough letters: “Where the stars are blind and the sky opens wide. That’s where I’ll wait.” “What does that even mean?” I asked. Nikolai frowned at the phrase. “Sounds like a riddle.” Father Marzio nodded. “He often spoke in riddles. Thought it would confuse the bad guys.”

It had changed once more. Its crystal no longer held a compass. Or a vision. It held countless tiny lights. Every lantern. Every road. Every friendship. Connected. Alive. Noah closed his journal with a smile. "I think..." he whispered, "...this is where every story truly begins." Above the valley, a new star appeared in the daylight sky. Not replacing the sun. Simply shining beside it. And somewhere, in a distant world no traveler had yet reached... someone looked up at that new star— and, for reasons they could not explain,

Slowly, I took her tiny hands into mine, and placed a long kiss on the back of her hands. “Thank you for being here, Vivian. You're my muse, and my greatest ally now. I really hope I get to make you proud someday.“ I heard faint footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, letting out fake snores. Even with my eyes closed, I could still feel Mum's presence. I snuggled my pillows, ready to sleep off.

But it saved her. What is freedom, if you have to stay invisible to keep it? We turned another page. There was a child once. A loud, curious one. She asked why the stars didn’t fall. I told her it was because someone was always holding them up. I didn’t say it was me. But I think she knew. I covered my mouth. River whispered, “This isn’t fiction.” I nodded. “This is a mother. Writing from hiding.” There were no dates. No names. No tidy explanations.