The Moon Is Pretty Isn't It Novels & Stories

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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.

Okay fine I will do it from next day " she agreed somehow though Saad had a doubt They are there in comfortable silence giving the moon with admiration in the eyes. " You know I love giving moon" Meerab said. " Why ?" Saad asks " because it's beautiful " and he answer his own question. She shakes her head… not just beautiful more than that ...." She said while gazing . " Elaborate " he insisted ….the truth was he just wanted to hear her . " While it may look beautiful from the earth, it does have a forbidding appearance. In other words, the moon is full of rocks and craters. In fact, even if you look at the moon with your naked eye, you can see some dark spots on it.

She got up and sat by the window. "What do you want to become?" Julie asked. Arabella looked at the moon in the sky and smiled softly. "Moon! Mysterious and beautiful. It's disappearance is also beautiful and appearance too. People love it even when it has spots. It's calm, peaceful and quiet." "Poet, you mean..." She nodded amused. "Got it, you want to become a poet." Oliver on other hand was watching his moon from his car. "She is more beautiful than 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.

Jolene's eyes sparkle with delight as she takes in the sights, her curiosity piqued by the mysteries that lie waiting to be discovered. Together, they explore the moon's vast expanse, each step bringing them closer to uncovering its secrets. With Theo by her side and the Earth Goddess as their guide, Jolene embraces the adventure that awaits, eager to immerse herself in this new and enchanting world. As Jolene gazes upon the mystical landscape of the fantasy moon, she is enraptured by its ethereal beauty. The moon's surface glows with a soft, silver light that seems to emanate from within, casting long, shimmering shadows that dance across the terrain.

"Well, correction, I wasn't standing though, and neither was I arguing. But I swear, you'd be speechless too if you saw it in person. There's a fountain shaped like an angel, and the walls look like they were carved from the moon. I know hearing without seeing it will sound crazy to you, but seriously, the walls outside are the same colour of the moon when it shines brightly in the night. I bet when the moon's light reflects on those walls, it will be enough to take your breath away." "You've always had a thing for the moon." "Yes, it's so beautiful and just staring at it gives me this peace I can't describe. My room too has this sense of connection to the colour of the moon. The whole house

And they needed to be extra careful. It was intensely silent until... ‘‘What the hell is with the moon? Why is its color like that?’’ ‘‘Who knows? It looks creepy. Perhaps a sign of a great catastrophe?’’ ‘‘Don't joke around, Boss. Can't you tell it's beautiful? It must be a sign of good fortune!’’

"You think you’re here to exploit a weakness. But look closer, Kael." I didn't reach for my blade. I reached for the air itself. I called upon the Moonveil energy—the deep, cold, crystalline power that had been dormant for three millennia. I pulled it from the earth, from the river, and from the very marrow of my bones. The bridge exploded with white, silver light. It wasn't an explosion of heat; it was an explosion of presence. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and ancient sovereignty. The silver light wreathed my body, lifting my hair, turning my eyes into twin pools of liquid mercury.