Written On The Sky Novels & Stories

Instead of bursting randomly, they began appearing one after another in a pattern. My eyes widened. Slowly. Carefully. Letters started forming across the sky. H. A. P. P. Y. I covered my mouth. "No way..." More fireworks exploded. BIRTHDAY. The words glowed brightly against the darkness before fading away. I couldn't stop smiling. "Awwwn." I turned towards Scarlett. She looked entirely too pleased with herself. "That's not all," she said. "What?" "Keep looking." I immediately turned back. The sky went dark again for a few seconds. Then another firework shot upward.

She is everything I didn’t know I needed, and I’m glad I have her here with me. The fireworks chose that moment to appear in the sky. ‘SHE SAID YES!’ Was boldly written in the sky; after that, a drone came up with the same words, and they created a picture of a man on his knees with the lady nodding her head. “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered beside me, but her eyes were glued to the sky. “I want the whole world to know that you’re mine,” I said, and got a jab at my side.

His heart was not calm and after having 1 or 2 shots of heavy wiskey he went back home on the heavy bike. Mr. And Mrs. Knights were waiting for him. He glanced at them with indifferent eyes and went to the staircase. But Aiden Knight called him. "I told you not to go out". He scolded him. "Come here now, Zion". Zion ran his fingers in the hair and came back to the living room. He sat in front of them but took out the mobile phone from the pocket while his fingers roamed uselessly on Instagram. Suddenly, a post grabbed his attention. There was a picture of the sky. The sky was covered with dark clouds. But these dark clouds were not representing the weather but they were perfectly portraying

I looked out at the blue sky above the clouds and knew that from then on, only clear skies lay ahead. —The End

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

Outside the window, a shooting star cut across the night sky, like a lighter someone had casually struck. It lit the whole sky with rose-colored light.

The person on the other end hesitated but then let out an exasperated breath. "Alright. Kindly tell her that Agent S called to inform her that the sky is in danger. Code red. We need her help ASAP! I hope she responds as soon as possible for the sky is about to go through another phase of the moon. "Oh! Before I forget, do tell her that the chick needs the hen. Its vulnerable to the attack of the eagle. Needs protection of the mother hen. Thank you sir. Have a nice day or night. Whichever it is where you are."

Glass lanterns floated midair, enchanted by Kaius himself, each shining with soft golden flames. And above us? A sky bruised in lavender and soft peach, the clouds scattered like spilled petals. Pulling this off wasn't easy but it was worth it. I'd asked for Wilder’s blessings a while ago, spoken to Kaius, and have Ryan and Thaddeus set this whole thing up.

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

However, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat as I turned to head for the bed. There was a little piece of paper with a note written on it on my bedside table. Even though I did not recognize the handwriting, the message chilled me: "At midnight, meet me in the ancient oak forest. Come alone." I felt a surge of fear mixed with curiosity. What did they want from me, and who could have written this note? I was standing there pondering my options when I heard a slight scratching noise coming from the window. I turned to see a single word scrawled on a tiny piece of paper that was adhered to the glass: