Purple Moon - Short Stories

Dream - October 02, 2024.

I was sitting on my parent's bed, scrolling through my phone and from my peripheral, I saw quick streams of light shooting across the sky . The stars are moving to the right side of the planet, quickly. I shout at my parents and my brother to look outside, like I usually do when the sky is beautiful. 

But this time, I feel the excitement and adrenaline of seeing a natural phenomenon in my own home. Especially in the middle of a city. The moon is especially bigger and purple and as I pay attention to the moon, I see it spin downwards and it gets bigger, and bigger.

 I feel confused and terrified. Pressure on my throat and my ears, and a sudden feeling apocalyptic of survival. Immediately knowing I'm going to die, I go to the living room.

 Me and my family gathered on the couch, grabbing our dog and each other, accepting our deaths. Saying goodbye to the world as the moon would wipe out all life on this planet. Ready to die around people we knew all our lives and loved. People that we've only needed our whole lives. 

I'm not ready to die. 

I recall everything I've ever wanted to experience and couldn't because I ran out of time. 

I hear deafening screams from outside the building and a bomb siren. 

I pull out my phone and text Bianca, "I wish I could've loved you." 

I replay every moment of peace and happiness. I think of how meaningless the society we've built is. How my life was all a fiction we created to feel organized. Money, society, norms, a 9 to 5 job, the internet. 

I start to feel rumbling and the moon starts to cover the sky. 

All my time wasted on my phone, all the time wasted around people i didn't like, all the time wasted going to school and having a constant draining routine. Time wasted worrying about the temporary, when I could've been living. Walking through nature, meeting people. Love, be loved, nurture, get injured, get my heart broken, break someone else's heart, listen to music, create music. 

All was all for nothing. 

No evidence of what was lived and experienced until this very last moment of my life. 

I think about how careless I was. Thinking I had all the time in the world. 

An uncomfortable pang of regret hits me. 

The world collectively quiets down. 

Silence. 

A moment later, my whole body felt a wave of excruciating pain for a sudden but expected moment. 

I breathe out. My world goes white. 

I wake up. 5.30AM.