The Moon, Sky, and Sea

The Moon, Sky, and Sea

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" It is said the reason the moon is so battered and cratered is because it protects the earth. It keeps the sky safe from meteors and flying debris. The sky does not know this. The sky is lonely. Each time the sky sees the moon it is much too tired from the long day of keeping the empty company of the sun. The sun is painful to the sky. It scorches and burns it. But when the sky sees the moon it blushes. The sky becomes a deep red color but soon rests for the night, exhausted from the pursuit of the sun each day. Longing to stay for as long as possible but always turning to the sweet darkness of sleep. The moon does not realize the sky loves it so much." Four strangers meet and try to piece together the mystery of a psychological link they all share two years after the sun imploded on June 9th, 1974. *the artwork from the cover is not mine*
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My Woods

'"What are you doing here?!" I scolded. "What are you doing here?!" Hunter said. "You didn't answer my question!" I said to him. He looked at me and I knew what was coming next. He suddenly turned from furious to comforting. "What's is this place?" He whispered and opened his arms. I examined him cautiously before breaking and running into his arms. I cried against his strong build. He stroked my hair and whispered repetitively, "Its ok. I'm here now. Don't worry. I'm all yours."' Everyone has to start somewhere. My life started without a dad. People change their minds and people make mistakes. My mom did just that when she left me at four years old with my Great Aunt Lorie. I know where my mom lives, but I wish I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love her to death, but sometimes...forgiveness...is hard to give out...to everyone. 'I jumped over the river that I had never crossed before. I heard my mom calling my name behind me, but I ignored her. Tears streamed down my face. Now, on the other side of the river, I was in a forest, jumping over logs and fallen tree trunks, pushing leaves out of my face. I stopped when I finally felt fully isolated. I sat down on a small rock and cried and cried and cried. I guess this is where I will stay for now. I guess these are just my woods for now. Just my woods for now.'

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