The Moon Is Beautiful Isn T It Novels & Stories

Like a mirror, a reflection of the shining moon, full and whole looked back at her. The place was befitting a kingdom of unimaginable beauty! "Wow... It's... It's... So beautiful! Is this even... real?" Luna full of doubt moved closer to the pond. Hiking up her skirt, she slowly dipped her toes to test. Only to withdraw it with a hiss. "It is freezing cold!" Moving back a step, Luna looked up to stare at the big bright moon. It looked bigger and nearer than she ever recalled seeing at the human world. She basked under its moonlight as the soft wind teased her hair and blowing her white robe making it dance around her.

She brought her knees up to her chest, she turned her head to the side, staring out the window, saw the moonlight shimmering through her window. She slowly got out of bed and sauntered towards the window, letting it open. She glimmered as the fragile cinch of nature nuzzled her rinsed cheeks and whacked through her hair. Her gaze went up, staring up at the lustrously flickering moon, full and round, hidden with enigmas lurking behind it, detecting so much havoc here on earth yet still glazed brightly without a care in the world. Skylar did not wish to be like the moon. She darted her gaze, her eyes staring at the houses, through the forest where she could hear the sounds of brakes and the so

“Yeah! Or, at least, it seems that way. I could be wrong, but I just noticed that. I didn’t think it would interest you this much, Ma. What’s up?” Liam’s mother shook her head and said nothing. Wordlessly, she made her way to the room she shared with Liam’s father. Liam found this weird, but he didn’t say anything. His mother had always been a little loopy at times, and maybe she needed to lie down. He finished his pancakes and placed his plate in the sink, rinsing it and rolling his neck again. He must have slept wrong, because he felt a crick in it. He rotated his shoulders and did a few quick stretches in the space of his kitchen for a moment before his doorbell rang. He beamed and ran to

Hunter stares up at the sky. "Moon Goddess, take me now." Ryan nearly falls over laughing. I shake my head. "Tara." "Yes?" "You're terrifying." Tara smiles proudly. "I know." Hunter is still staring at the sky like he's reconsidering every decision that brought him to this exact moment. Ryan wipes tears from his eyes. "I'm crying. This is the best day of my life." Hunter turns slowly toward Aiden. "You." Aiden raises an eyebrow. "What?" "Your Luna is reasonable."

“Isn’t the moon beautiful tonight?” “Very beautiful. And it’s so bright, look at all those stars.” I agreed with her, staring into the sky and appreciating the moon and the way it made the flowers look prettier than they already did. This is exactly why I like the garden, it’s so relaxing. It eased my mind, maybe it was because Rose was there with me or the calmness the moon brings. “You are very right, I wish I could spend the whole night staring at it.” She voiced out.

I quickly turn back and watch the moon slowly appears from behind the thick clouds, I guess it was really hiding all this while and not really missing, well, I guess there's no need to be bothered anymore. "See. I told you it would come." "Yeah." I can't stop myself from praising it's beauty, tonight, I think its much prettier than any other day. "Woah. It's beautiful." "No, you're beautiful. You shine brighter than the moon and your hair, it feels like the moon itself. If anything, you're an idol of beauty." Dear heavens, I don't think I can handle it anymore. My cheeks feels so hot, and am sweating a bit too much. "Hey, your cheeks are red."

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.

"You said the moon is beautiful tonight so let's not talk about these sad things on such a stunning night." I watched as he tipped his head back and looked up too. He nodded, still looking up at the sky, "You're right, It is beautiful." Then he looked down and my breath caught in my throat at the intense way he looked at me, "And such beautiful moonlight casting its soft glow on us, it's the perfect time for a kiss."

Like it wasn't trying to erase the night but live with it. Shea broke the silence first. "What are you thinking about?" "The moon," I murmured softly. She followed my gaze. "It's beautiful tonight." "Yes," I concurred. "But I have this weird feeling that it looks sad too." Her brow furrowed slightly, but she didn't ask why. She didn't have to. We both knew deep down that sometimes beauty came from sadness. Shea sighed, rubbing her arms. "Let's go inside before we catch a cold." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to soothe my nerves.

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!’