Half Moon Spectacles Novels & Stories

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

He was the teenager who had claimed to be her fan at the fansign event a month ago. "Oh my God, I really can't believe it's you. I told you that these round glasses of yours really transform your handsome face. You'd better get rid of those glasses," Luna suggested, taking her seat while Leo chuckled and removed the glasses, placing them back in his pocket. Perhaps he intended to keep them rather than dispose of them, unlike Luna's suggestion. Leo was cautious; he feared he might need his glasses later on and was currently relying on contact lenses to aid his vision.

Dana worked without stopping. She started with the resin molds for the moon pendant; she filled the molds with all the individual components, a kissing couple mold about 2- 3 cms was filled with a light-yellow resin and deep yellow resin for small flower petal molds. She made the outline for the half-moon with yellow gold; She mixed the deep blue with a drop of black to make the moon. A little bit of gold leaf bits and white dried flower were sprinkled on the lower half of the half moon. After one hour a beautiful half-moon pendant was finished; a flame yellow flower blooming from the lower tip of the halfmoon, from the flower emerged a couple kissing, deep in love. The earring accompanying

But I always get the feeling there's more behind it. I stand up again and slide the curtain hanging in front of the glass wall. My eyes are fixed tightly on the Full Moon that's staring back. Two light clouds float in front of it and then remain still. Then parts begin to detach and take shape. I keep my eyes fixed on the spectacle, it is so integrating to see how the tufts all form an image like a puzzle. And then I recognized the impression they made. But I cannot believe what I see, this must be an illusion. I rub my eyes and stare again at the two images. They are copies of each other, they are twins. Two chubby baby faces are staring at me.

There is something about the beauty and peace in nature. There was something about staring and looking at the sky, and realising how bad you had been ignoring the stars, how pretty it moved and aligned with the half moon. And then you think again, why you never appreciated the half moon and only focused on the full moon. Your eyes drops, you look at the half moon again, you imagine crescent shaped happy things. You remember the crescent shape in your life, you look for a beauty in your life and think about it. It could be a human, or a thing but you stare at the sky, and think of these things.

A collective, quiet gasp rippled through the older Lunas sitting behind me. Resting on a white satin pillow was the Moonlit Comb. It was a stunning, ancient piece of silver, carved expertly to display the eight phases of the moon. Embedded in the center of the silver arches were three large, flawless blue diamonds that caught the bright spotlight and scattered tiny blue prisms across the stage. My breath caught in my throat.

I opened my mouth to tell him about it, but then small circles started forming around my index finger. The moment was calm, and I put my whole hand in the cold water. The surface of the water changed, it turned into a mirror. But there was no reflection. I saw the full moon on the surface of the water. Then it disappeared, and a woman appeared. I couldn't see her face. Her back was facing me. The hair...it had silver strands. The image went away quickly, and then fire....angry flames around a crib replaced it. People were running.

When he was close enough to touch, he stopped. The full moon is in seventeen days, he said. She felt it then. A pull. A hunger. Something in her blood that recognized something in his. How do you know? Because I feel it too. Look at my eyes. His eyes were not brown now. They were gold. True gold. The color of something that had been burning for a very long time. What are you? she whispered. Something that should stay away from you. Something that won't. He walked back to the mixing board and sat down.

The night sky grew dark, and silver rays of moonlight shone from above. Deep within the ancient Sacred Forest, a circular altar made of obsidian silently soaked in the moonlight. A one-eyed elderly Priest scattered silver powder across the ground to purify the space and banish all evil. Winona's post had a caption. [Dear Celine, I wish you happiness! I can't wait for the Alpha to arrive!] The group chat instantly flooded with messages. [Holy cow! It's actually all set up!]

When I glanced at the small mirror hanging across the room, my reflection showed my eyes glowing with an unnatural silver light, the familiar gray completely replaced by something wild, luminous, and entirely new. Caelum took one step back, still staring. “Selene… what’s wrong with your eyes?”