Written In The Stars Million Miles Away Novels & Stories

But not all of it… She wriggled her toes some more, waiting for the next wave. “So, Ms. India, what's going on? I hope the kiss didn’t bother you too much. I don't know you very well, but I can tell when someone has a lot on their mind. “You could be out here all day and night. There are a million stars up there." She pointed to the sky that hadn't quite turned navy blue. "Like the stars, I have a million things running through my mind. Most of them float like dust motes through an open, sun-filled window, never quite landing.”

After hours inside the warmth of the barn the outside felt wide open, the cold clean and sharp against my face, the smell of grass and autumn and something faintly smoky from somewhere distant. The parking lot was mostly empty now, just a few cars left, and the stars were out in full force without the city lights to compete with them. I tilted my head back and just looked — properly looked, the way you rarely take the time to do — and Miles came to stand beside me, shoulder touching mine. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “Yeah,” I breathed. “Really fucking beautiful.”

The stars shine. And somewhere in the distance, a new year begins. Not the one we planned. The one we built. End of Chapter 146

Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth." — Rumi Chapter 38 I Dreamt That I Was Floating—But This Time, Not on Water I was suspended in the vastness of space, weightless, drifting through a cosmos of endless wonders. Around me, galaxies stretched like glowing rivers, and constellations shimmered like celestial chandeliers. The darkness was not empty but alive, humming with the energy of the stars. I reached out, and my fingertips brushed against the shimmering dust of a nebula, soft as silk.

He points out for me, asks me to look in distance. Over his shoulder, I see lights from afar. They are like stars; warm and bright; glowing in the dark like hope shining in deepest darkness. They are so beautiful. “I can’t believe we are finally here.” I whisper under my tongue, maybe this all is still a dream. “Do you think my family could be there too? Maybe they were lost just like me.” Leon and Ceasar look at each other. No one answer me like they didn’t come up with an answer yet.

"Come on. That old hag smells like mothballs. She doesn't hold a candle to you!" Tears blurred my vision and dripped onto my hand. I wiped them away, steadied myself, and took out my phone to take photos of the messages.

"Yes, strange. There are billions of people in the world and we still feel lonely. Everybody feels alone in their own way, whether in a crowd or by oneself in a room." "You see these stars," she points with the hand that laid against my body. "They are all the same, scattered through the entire universe, lying adjacent to one another. Not one star is close to another. They just can't be. And we are like them. We all are at a distance from each other, guarding our secrets and it's necessary to stay that way." "There must be two stars, somewhat close, somewhat far." "No, they'll just crash and burn then." Silence consumes us, neither crashing nor burning, but freezing our words. Is she thinkin

I say, pointing ahead when Nathan passes me the bottle of whisky he's bought. "It's not too bad. I've seen worse." "I can't imagine." We stay like that for a while, just drinking and talking. It's mostly him talking, telling me about the places he's been to, stories about the first time he went to Spain or the first big concert he went to with his friends. He's casually trying to distract me because I already know Nathan's never casual. My head starts spinning and we've almost finished the bottle, so I lean back on the blanket. Nathan's still sitting, telling me something about one of his friends. I want to reach my hand out and pull him back next to me, but I know it's a stupid idea. I lo

Now Playing: All of The Stars by Ed Sheeran It's just another night And I'm staring at the moon I saw a shooting star And thought of you I sang a lullaby By the waterside and knew If you were here, I'd sing to you Gio and I both looking and observing the shining stars above. You're on the other side As the skyline splits in two I'm miles away from seeing you I can see the stars From America I wonder, do you see them, too? I step back and I decided to take Gio a photo with the stars. After I took a picture of

If he didn't make a plea to my dad to let him attend the reunion, maybe I am alone in my car playing Taylor Swift's songs over and over again. Seviwood is an approximately five-hour drive from Esterlight, traffic excluded. Now we are sandwiched between cars for almost three hours from now, making me regret my decision to sign that contract with my dad last week. I sighed and looked at the billboards that were placed on top of the buildings. There are different brands, artists, and models. There are even posters about the incoming film of some known actresses in the industry. But what stands out the most was the welcoming poster of the local radio station for Phoenix of Ascension.