Short Stories

The Lantern

The moon was bright as it hung in the sky. Her home was still and her even more so as she slept. Her dark golden hair spilled over her pale shoulders and back. The lamp's light the only thing keeping the darkness at bay. She had stayed up quite late to write down the last of her thoughts on the last few days. She had surprised herself on how quickly she was to tiring as she could usually stay up as long as needed without her eyes or mind protesting. Her journal sat patiently for her on the nightstand beside her bed. Its silver trim glowed in the faint light as a sea green ribbon marked her place so she could write more in the dawn's light.

Stars peaked out of the clouds as the creatures of the night began to reach the peak of activity. Owls soared through the trees swooping in to steal mice from the grass. Foxes swiftly moved from bush to bush looking for squirrels and voles. The moths swarmed the porch light. Their shadows flickering in the light. The moon's light glaring onto the stream at the edge of the clearing. Just as the lantern in her room, the moon's light flickers. Just as the moon, the lantern glows silver light.