Is Not The Moon Lovely Novels & Stories

She asked out of the blue which made my heart skip a beat. "No, but that's good to know that I'm not the only one who falls in love over and over again," I wrapped my arm on her shoulder then kissed the side of her head. "Love is f*cking crazy," I muttered. "Yeah, it makes us do stupid things." She responded. The moon is full of imperfections but it's still beautiful and a pleasure to watch. It has beauty and elegance without reason. Like the moon, we should be calm and reflect beauty despite being imperfect in appearance. We should shine in the darkness of life and give way to the path of light.

However, he has been cherishing and kissing them whenever he gets a chance. "Why would I?" In the dim lights, she witnessed a dissatisfactory frown tugging at his lips, "You know, my mom used to say that whoever I would love, she would be as beautiful as a moon." He looked directly into her eyes and Elysia felt herself evaporating at the heat of them, "And the moon is beautiful even with its stains. You are just like a moon, Luna (moon in Italian). They make you gorgeous. If I could, I would pull out my heart to show you how much I love them."

The dangerous beauty of the moon makes people astonished for a few seconds until they regain their senses. The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections and yet so attractive and radiantly gorgeous. The moon is an exuberant sign of romantic relationships, possibilities when we must trust our intuition and recognize that now we have an opportunity to ‘go for it!’

Karl explained to her but his look didn't sound as happy as his voice most probably sounded. "That's great news, but why ain't you happy?" she asked putting the towel on the rack and moving close to him. There was some comfort she received whenever she was with him and she couldn't resist the pull but somehow she managed to make the Moon Goddess know she was not going to fall for a stranger. She pulled down the hand that was going for his cheek, she was about to touch his cheek.

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Yet, it doesn't stop shinning and doesn't stop being beautiful. Some trample on it, some worship it and some like me, adore it. It isn't the brightest source of light, yet it is the most adored. One can't stare at the sun despite all its glory and purpose, but this humble moon remains forever flawless. Why can't humans be treated and seen this way? Why can't humble people who lay low, be honored. Why can't we just be as simple as the moon, and still be loved just like it too?

But, there is nothing brighter than the full, round moon. Hail stared at the moon that casted a soft, silvery glow upon the world. He wondered if there is also a moon goddess here in this world. But, judging by the reactions of Loheiruchel and his friends, which was no reaction, after they mentioned the moon goddess of their world, that means that this world has no moon goddess unlike them.

The busy street embraced silence as the moon graces it with its soft glow. The moon illuminates brightly in the night sky. Not a single star accompanying the moon, making it seem lonely in the vast dark sky as it illuminates the lands below the skies. Morrigan remained silent as she gazes out of the horizon, letting the silence of the night sink into her. A few of those loose strands of raven hair dances with the cold wind. Watching the lone beauty of the moon which she thought was sympathizing with her. She pulled out the locket from where it hides and stared at it. Letting the luminesce of the moon touch its delicate embellishments of opal and gold, the gems glistening under the soft glow

lol. I know Moonlight Muse does it, but I don't exactly have the numbers of readers that she has. 😉