Soleil Stories

Nouvelle ville. Nouveau pays. Nouvelle vie. Après des années de harcèlement, Lune quitte tout pour recommencer à Hirakana, une petite ville du Japon. Elle voulait juste passer inaperçue, oublier son passé et rester seule. Mais son chemin croise celui de Kyo - mystérieux, populaire... et surtout, impossible à ignorer. Et si cette rencontre n'était pas un hasard ? Et si, cette fois, la Lune trouvait enfin sa lumière ?

For centuries, upon all dimensions and universes, the entire multiverse, Suns have been getting abused, tormented, used, and have been in horrible situations. Then a great goddess named Soleil, or as most suns call her, Great goddess of Sun, is the founder and creator of the Sun council. A place where all Suns can reunite and live peacefully. Away from the torment and abuse, and away from the darkness of their homes. Even after billions/trillions of years after Soleil's death, Suns still worship her. Every year, July 16, to be exact, all suns go to the Golden Hour grove, a special garden filled with dandelions, marigolds, black-eyed Susan's, daffodil, and forsythia's are planted and grown on white and yellow leaves and grass, a circle in the middle of the garden. It was a memorial of Soleil. But one day, a great evil, more known as Wither Storms, came and destroyed the land. The gardens and villages? Burned or destroyed. The once bright and happy dimension turned into a dark and sad one. Whoever goes to that dimension never leaves... The only one who is related to Soleil is Sunno, her great-great, 10x great grandson, the only one left of that family. He's the protector, the king, the sire of the remaining Suns. Then a strange black hooded figure came along... spreading more darkness upon the remaining suns. Only one can save them... only one who can ignite the light.....

"I wasn't sure I was going to make it, really. I was cold, too cold. I could see black, and then I saw light, and then black again, and I wasn't sure if that was normal when buried under the snow, or if I was going crazy. I was leaning toward the latter. "It just hurt. It felt like my lungs were collapsing, and I could barely breath, and when I did breath, it felt like I was sucking in ice instead of air. The air was frozen, and hit my throat like shards of glass, chilling my saliva even as my body fought to retain its natural temperature. It was losing the battle. I was slowly being frozen alive."

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J'ai une amie C'est mon (vrai) Soleil Elle fait aimer la vie Elle est de bonne oreille Et me fait oublier Celle que j'aimais Que je pensais mon Soleil, alors que pas le vrai - Recueil de textes pour elle, de moi, pour moi, de elle Portrait d'mon amitié grandiose

A short tale of the Sun and Moon goddesses as they fall in love. If you enjoy my story, please share it and vote it (like it). Thank you!

Poème, TW: ce poème peut blesser des sujets sensibles, il parle notamment de violences

Soleil is a High School student blah blah blah

Un paysage magnifique, une enfance sous le soleil du Sud de la France. Un rêve, ou plutôt un paradis perdu, celui qu'on ne retrouvera jamais. Cette nouvelle est un parallèle à la nouvelle parue plutôt : SCANDALE ! qui faisait référence elle, à la triste vie d'un homme qui n'a pas fait ce qu'il aurait voulu faire, assis sur une chaise en regardant sa vie défilé. A travers cette nouvelle histoire, le narrateur va raconter ce qu'était le monde en y ajoutant ses regrets, ses visions du futur avant qu'il ne finisse en un tas de cendre...

"Je ne sais pas quand ça a vraiment commencé. Après les déjeuners aux anchois, aux rougets, aux tomates cerises et au beurre salé ? Durant l'une de ces longues plages de silence, l'après-midi, où nous faisons la sieste ? Au retour de la plage, où tout ramène à l'obsession des corps salés et du désir ? Peut-être, pendant les apéritifs au pastis, sous le ciel soudain vidé de son soleil, juste avant le dîner ? Je ne le sais pas vraiment. Sur le métal froid d'une table d'autopsie, j'aurais voulu disséquer mes sentiments avec un petit scalpel, pour connaître l'heure exacte où j'ai commis le crime d'aimer la copine de mon meilleur ami d'enfance."

Today, dreams are mocked and strangled habitually. Sarcasm is seldom labeled the accent of the devil and her insatiable brethren, but, my dear, that is what that is if you don't quite understand him or hymn. Even parents seldom encourage their kids to bless themselves- to be still and indulge their souls. Do only soles now matter, oh Nike, queen of victory?! So many questions are asked in vain, only as axes for the purpose of massacring growing crops of trees. Oh, care! Lend me a moment, for your voice will shower my budding thoughts; your love is nutritious to me, as will be my smile for your soil. Harsh silence ignites fires in the richest of forests and impatience did fell the sturdiest of trees. Perhaps we simply care about the same tomorrow, and our dreams match. Feel free beside me to talk the night away, my dear! Consider these and let me know what images they appear as, and I'll share my own experience, my own imagination. Tell me, lord, for I trust you: what is love? Just how to save the world? What do you want? At the very least, I've drawn a picture to put you to sleep. Hand me a pen and some paper and I'll make a world blossom. Winter Through Windows

James est ces parent regarder les infos,la présentatrice annonça la fin,la fin du monde car le soleil va exploser d'un au moin trois jours.James va essayer d'y survivre seuls sur la terre.

A Waking Dream of Mexico

Some Words regroupe quelques textes différents sur des thèmes différents, ou sans forcément de thème. J'écris encore plus rarement des textes que des chapitres donc ne vous attendez pas à des publications régulières.

A collection of poems about family, friendship, love, and life. In my own thoughts and in my words.

Welcome to this collaborative narrative adventure, where creativity meets technology. This story was brought to life with the help of ChatGPT, an AI language model, as I provided the imaginative descriptions and ideas. Our purpose in creating this tale is to show that technology can be a powerful tool for those who have compelling stories in their minds but might face challenges in expressing them in words. We hope this story encourages and inspires others to share their creativity and embark on their storytelling journey with confidence.

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Un poème basé sur mon histoire.

Five Teenage Boys get hired as Dancers in Cirque Du Soleil's Michael Jackson The Immortal World Tour. This story chronicles their three year, world tour journey, as they travel professionally, doing what they learned to love, Dancing, to honor The King Of Pop. Gain a glimpse into the life as these teenagers get the experience of a lifetime, traveling around the world with one of the most branded and recognized Entertainment Companies on a World Tour.