It blew faster than my running pace, scattering leaves about. But still I ran farther. Back into where it came from. But I had no idea where the wind was from.
How could I when the sun and the moon were against it, afraid to be pushed away.
Or maybe I was afraid to be pushed away. Because I was the wind. I was the one blowing, chilling, throughout the day, and night making people's lives miserable.
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She was chilly. She was distant. She was different than anything else I had known inside my lonely, small world. But to me, she wasn't the icy wind.
She was the sun. Bouncing rays around me, enlightening everything I did and everything I wanted to do.
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He was the moon. But he wasn't a moon that I knew. He was one shining, glimmering, casting rays within what I did. The moonlight danced the way my heart did, across the soft rays of his skin. I didn't feel like the wind when I was with him. I felt like the sun. I felt happy, warm, more than I have in the longest time.
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And the moon loved the sun so much, that every night he would die to let her shine within the starry night.
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Various Short Stories
Short StoryStarting a book full of short stories. All are written by me. If someone could make me a cover for the book, it would be awesome. Thank you! (just dm me)
