Romans & histoires The Moon Is Pretty Isn't It

"Soon it will be a blood moon." Jonathan finds the term "blood moon" dramatic, but I know there's a joking tone in what he's saying. It's no big deal. I explain that it's just an astronomical event. A very beautiful one, actually. I'd like to see it with him! I sit down to watch my beloved standing so close to me. I feel like looking at him, and I'm no longer ashamed to show that I'm admiring him. Admiring his body! I know he notices!

And what the hell is pretty? “Common Ruby! Lemme show you my toys.” “Me too!!” “Yunno it will be cool having you as my sister. My other sister has no time for us, she has a grumpy mate who won't let us see her, and Uncle Ian and Ivan are too busy. You are Moon Goddess sent.” the two kids chatted on.

I don’t know whether it was the moon who was beautiful or if it’s the girl who’s’ beside me. We were using the glass elevator, and I watched in amusement how Amelia was getting so amazed by the view. If only I met her sooner, then maybe I could’ve toured her here even before it was open to the public. I love seeing how happy she looked while she was looking at the moon. It’s not fair how she’s prettier than the moon itself, how she’s the brightest tonight despite the amount of stars twinkling above us.

Nickaulas glanced up at the midnight blue sky through his windshield. It was a pitch black new moon night. The sky appeared forlorn and darker without the moon. For the first time the beauty of the moon struck him. He still sees it as cold and ugly but now he had also started to see it differently all because of her. It is beautiful in the way it embraces the night without any qualm and lights it up with its soft light. She was just like moon in his life the only diiference being she wasn't cold and ugly in fact, she was the most beautiful and warmest soul he knew. His life would also become forlorn and barren just like the night without her presence in it. She was his moon and he was her ni

Still, boring. “Is it really that beautiful?” I can't help but ask and she giggles, nodding her head. “What’s so funny about it?” I almost grumble, frowning at her. “It is the way we look at things, though everything made by God is beautiful and amazing.” “Right. Maybe my perspective is that it is boring to look at the moon.” “Exactly. That’s the difference. Anyway, what do you enjoy looking at, then? Bar graphs and charts?”

"You mean to say that it's the scarcity of light in the spread of darkness that makes the night so pretty." She turned her face towards him and said, "exactly." "Hey Collin, isn't it similar to the thing that you told me about moon and the sun" he abruptly leaned towards the driver's seat and asked. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." Collin kept his eyes and attention at the wheels. Their eyes met inside the reflection on the surface of the mirror but they were quick to look away. "I'm sure you told me this last night only that moon is superior because its light doesn't hurt your eyes and one can gaze at it for as long as it is there in the sky."

Tromso’s pride and glory…never missing a dull day. “I wish I could shine as bright as the moon,” Lylia randomly spoke, her stare absently on the moon above. Matt and I raised our chins to see the full moon. The sky was clear and the stars were visible along with the moon. Indeed, it shone bright and gave the night some light. “The moon never dims. How?” Neither of us answered, but perhaps it was a rhetorical question because the ginger merely continued. “The bridge is bright too. Does it never run out of energy? It is a lot more man-made than the moon but it's also bright, so I guess the bridge could work too.”

The moon was still rising, casting a silver glow over everything. I looked down at my hands, and they were no longer human. They were claws, sharp and deadly. What had I done? And then, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. A figure standing in the shadows, watching me. Who was it? And what did they want from me? As I stood there, frozen in fear, the figure began to move towards me. And then, everything went black.

“Alpha… Aria’s first heat. It’s tonight. The full moon.” Logan froze, his gaze shooting to the vast, round moon outside the window. A cold sweat broke out on his back. He roared, “Stop this plane!”

Gush! The moon was full, the calm breeze flashed into my face. I took slow steps into the quiet place. The gentle sound of night insects pierced the air. I saw a fireplace. I walked to the place and sat. My eyes fell on the phones and headset on the floor. I knew someone must be here. But I didn’t mind. I sat down beside the flames and enjoyed the warmth it made me feel. A calm song “Lonely” by Justin Bieber was blaring from the stranger's phone. I sat there and enjoyed the moment.