As I walked out the screen door I saw the moon. It was full that night, but it wasn't any ordinary full moon, it was a new moon. It was shiny, so shiny I believed I could reach my hand out as far as I could and hold it in my hands. I carefully walked down the stairs because we had no banister and the stone steps were decaying from over the years of poor maintenance. So a grabbed the end of each step and hopped down to the next, while still gazing at the shiny new moon. When I had gotten to the last stair, on to the ground I stopped and thought wow. I felt like it was coming towards me and I wanted to hold it so badly, I made a wish like how I always had done. Snatched a brown patch of grass from the lawn and walked to the sewer on the curb infront of our house. I turned around and looked at the moon one last time and made my wish, "I wish my mother's legs would stop working."
And fed the sewer my wish. I turned around to stare at the shiny new moon once more as the sewer granted my wish main ga large gurgling noise. Closing my eyes I could feel the moons bright white rays coming closer to me. Then my sight had darkened and I felt a mighty gravitational push onto the curb. When I opened my eyes there she was. My mother under neath then headlights of a car.
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Rushing Wisdom
RandomHonest Hour... when the minutes were breaking down to the final seconds to drop my novel, I had foled under the pressure of critcs falling back from my work so, instead I decided to make a part two of Archieved stories and poems I've written form 20...
