Poetic Short Story's

Among the Stars

On the rooftop the stars glittering above, I wondered what it would be like to live up there.  Just a lone 16-year-old wishing there was something more. I reached out my hand towards the sky as if I was trying to hold the moon in my hand, cupping it as if it was water ready to trickle through my fingers. I imagined myself rising from my body into the night sky, the arms of Luna pulling me into her tight embrace. I imagined myself flying through the stars, shining wishes all around me and blowing them back down to earth where the children would laugh and cheer as their dreams come true.

I close my eyes and imagined I was being taken from my body, drifted up into a city of stars. The people of the peaceful night walking the streets, skyscrapers that would touch the end of the night. They were inky black covered with thousands of white glowing stars, consolations making up there outline and foundation. I imagined the stary people laughing, celebrating, everything was quiet yet festive. I walked the streets, another stary laughing face passing by me.
It was hard to describe what these people looked like. Their body's where a deep blue, almost black like the buildings. Like the buildings however there blue skin was covered with glittering white stars. There faces where impossible to describe to. Just imagine the faces of complete strangers, but somehow you feel as if you've known them all your life.

One of the stary faced people approached me smiling. He held out his hand and I took it. He swept me away across the sky flying so fast we didn't even see the brewing storm of light in the distance behind us.

He landed us softly on a small ship made of wood, and we began to sail through the blues and purples of the liquid starlight below us. You know those pictures and pieces of art you see with the sky coloured blue and purple? The sea of starlight in the sky is where all that colour went during midnight hours where all is quiet and sleeping.
Adventure awaited us ahead but I wasn't scared, challenge and trial were an old friend.
The sky began to glow a soft white and snow of frozen light floated down in flakes dappling my stary skin with sunlight, a reminder that the past will always be frozen in time. The flakes sank into the darkness of my skin I smiled as some of those soft sweet memories floated around me.
Next, the sky became grey and drops of light rained down onto me. These memories were unprofitable but never the less I stayed and danced singing a song of my past. The boy who flew me here stood under the shelter near the ship cabin door, smiling, watching me as I danced and starlight streamed from my eyes.

After some time the rain stopped and the night grew quiet again. The liquid starlight below us was still and we sailed through it peacefully, but I had infinity to be peaceful. I dove into the watery starlight below the ship, my stary legs kicking through the water, ripples splashing up against the side of the ship.
Of course by the time I got out I was freezing. The boy raped me in a towel and brought me into the boat cabin where I sat in a bed waiting for the bright blues and purples to leave my skin. Reality is a scary thing yet thrilling.

Up ahead the deep purple of dawn seeped into the sky as we watched from the bow. Sailing into the sunrise a whole new adventure awaited us with the coming day. I would have infinitely to settle down, maybe one day I would live happily in the city of stars and finally be at peace. Up here anything was possible.

I sighed and began to stand up on my roof, the stars still glittering above me so far out of reach. As I slid quietly back through my window and onto my bed I looked once more at the stars in the inky black darkness. One day I would make it to that place, that place of adventure and peace. One day I would live among the stars.