Isn't The Moon Beautiful Novels & Stories

She looks up, and it's true. It has been rusting ever since last spring if you believe the papers, but who would still believe them nowadays? They have been lying for a year now. Except, when it comes to the moon. With its brown spots, it looks marbled. As if someone had taken it off the sky by the start of the year in order to petrify it. Like what they’ve done with life.

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."

They both sat on the bench looking at the sunset that was happening behind the mountain range. "Isn't it so calm and beautiful? The moon will rise above the sky soon and will replace the sun. Even though it gets its light from the sun, the moon is still considered more beautiful than the sun as we could see it with our naked eye without getting hurt." Eunice said. Anayka smiled and looked at the setting sun once. Then she turned her head to the other side and saw the full moon proudly rising in the sky to walk the night. "Grandma, is there really no cure for the poison that's spread in their body?" Anayka asked Eunice.

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!’

I know. I always thought the night was the most beautiful time of the day. It might be because of what half of me comprises. A feral being drawn to the moon. The way stars twinkled, the way the moon illuminated the land and shone upon us with so much love always put a smile on my face. I’d hate to imagine a world without the moon. What are we without the moon?

So that it would open when a strong wind hit? I step closer to the door, and the moon looks so beautiful today when I look up at the sky. Perfectly round, it's the most beautiful full moon I've ever seen. I rarely see the moon perfectly formed without any clouds blocking the view. I wanted to capture it but left my cell phone in the room. "Hah... never mind, I'll just enjoy it from here," I said.

All I knew was to run away. My running stopped as soon as I reached a lake. I have no clue where this lake was or how far I had come but I knew I was still in the pack land. I could sense the borders pull just some meters away from where I stood. Glad that it was a full moon night, I collapsed by the lake's bank that imitated the role of a mirror. The clear water of the lake reflected the round moon like an acrylic painting on a huge irregular shaped canvas. One word; breathtaking. Though I didn't intend to ruin the pretty picture, my throat was absolutely parched. Tongue lapping at the water in desperation, I slowly slid myself in the water to calm the aching of my muscles.

They questioned whether it was merely a fleeting moment of collaboration or As I stood within the heart of the Moonlight Pack's territory, I couldn't help but be captivated by the mesmerizing sight above me. The moon, a celestial beauty, shone brightly in the night sky, its ethereal light cascading down upon the land below. The moon's gentle radiance enveloped the landscape, transforming it into a mystical realm bathed in a soft, silvery glow. Throughout history, the moon has held a profound significance for humanity, serving as a timeless symbol that transcends the ever-changing nature of our world. Its presence in the night sky has captivated our collective imagination and played a vital r

I found my way to the couch, took an extra blanket from the wardrobe, and lay on the couch which was placed next to the window, giving me a full view of the moon. God, it was beautiful. The way the moon stood alone, full, round, perfect, and bright like the sun in the dark sky lighting up paths and gracing me with its presence. It was magical. The little twinkle of the stars that danced around the moon, working together to make the night a beautiful evening, a beautiful night.

he reminded me again, in a low voice. I should feel good that he doesn't, but I don't; instead, I'm still confused as to how he cannot fall for her. "But she's like the sun, beautiful. How can you not fall for her beauty?" I asked, puzzled, peering into his eyes. "Some find the sun beautiful, but I think the moon to be more beautiful, even though it doesn't shine as bright as the sun, because there is this beautiful peace it brings." He placed his hand against the side of my face.