Short Stories

The girl on the moon

         She walks on the moon, as it's sole visible being. Over the years, she watched human civilization grow and grow, while she stood agelessly. There were always couples, -human and wildlife alike- dancing under her gaze, sharing romantic moments, while their unnoticed spectator shone her silver moonbeams upon them. 

         Slowly but surely, she began to drift apart from the earth. Every year, the couples will get smaller and smaller, the little warm cottages unnoticeable. One day, she knew she and her moon will dissolve into the matter, space and time, but tonight, the sight of the Earth will endure. 

            Her gaze swept upon the face of the earth and saw what she always did. The dancing warm lights of what people would now call lamps. How could it feel to be illuminated by the glow of those man-made fireflies? Warmth? But how did warmth feel like? All her life she longed to feel the warmth. Was it different from the cold freezing space that surrounded her? She smiled as she recounted the times where humans would always run away from the cold, seeking fire and safety. They would chant in a monkey language as they ushered the fire to grow big, like a blanket huge enough to cover the whole cave they resided in. Warmth must be very different from cold. 

            Changing her gaze to one of the less illuminated parts of Earth, she saw a slight movement. It was the trees being swayed by a rather forceful spring wind that bought petals and leaves, grass and rocks, flying away from the undergrowth they grew on. It was a rare sight, for the wind to blow like that yet still remain tame as a kitten. Maybe the wind was a little ferocious that day because soon, the girl saw tiny dots of purple. Not the dark, blueish hue that space gave off. An outlandish, delicate, light purple that only earth could harbor. 

         The girl grew more and more curious as the petals flew nearer towards her. What did they feel like? She cannot imagine its surface being rough and dusty like the surface of the moon. Maybe soft, like the nothingness of space? She reached out as she longed to know what came from the earth, as one of it's exotic blessings. 

         If she were a little closer, just a little closer, she could've reached it. In her hands, a piece of earth. She made a grabbing motion at the petal when it rose to its peak and fell once more, back down to the miracle called earth. 

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Just something that came to mind. If it's really boring, comment and say it was boring. I'll make funner *lol ye funner* ones in the future. :)))))))))))

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