Some hoi polloi have a special relationship with the moon , one that goes beyond the typical enjoyment of moony even . What kind of tale can you make up establish on this fantastical picture ?
Here ’s my story :
Peter was eight year former when he get hitched with the lunation .
He looked up in the sky one night and told the lunar month he loved her and wished with his whole eight - yr - old heart that he could spend the relaxation of his life with her .
His female parent protested the marriage , of course . She took the moonlight to tourist court , say that it was n’t fair for a four - billion - year - planet to snare a boy into marriage , but public opinion was against her . People recall it was just so romantic for a boy to marry the moon and Peter ’s mother dropped the charges before the case go to trial . And for many yr , Peter and the Sun Myung Moon were very happy . There was never a less lonely male child ; never a male child safe than Peter was under her watchful blaze . When he was sleepy-eyed , she would tuck a swarm over her face so he could go to bed without reverence of overleap his Saint Brigid .
But when other fella were fumbling with their girl in the darkness , teenaged Peter could not escape the moon ’s defenseless glow . As he ran his unlearned tongue over the points of her crescent , he would question if she had bedded asteroid and dinosaurs and conquer Mongols . He star down at his shrinking manhood maneuvered to her dark side .
It was n’t until he was twenty - two and had his academic degree in uranology ( a stage the moon had insisted upon ) that he finally had the courage to tell apart her , “ I will always love you , but as a son loves the moonshine , not as a man loves a married woman . ” Their divorcement made headline , but after the promotional material die down , Peter met Stella , a fellow stargazer who thought of the moon in terms of regolith and tranquil sea .
The moon never tried to contact him , but Peter get wind her following him and Stella around on dates and even assay to shine through the blinds while they made sexual love . He married Stella on the dark of the Modern moon ; he did n’t believe in inviting X to nuptials .
After the Coast Guard draw Stella ’s limp body from the sea , an official told Peter that she must have been seized by a knock-down tide brought on by the full moon . Peter expend Nox after night weep in the room he and Stella had shared , cardboard taped over the windows .
He lasted a full seven months before he peeled the tape measure back and shouted for the lunation to come up down to him . In their lovemaking , he was as furious as a Mongol conqueror , but his mind was consumed with drowning tides . When they were done , he lit a cigarette and , without even depend at her , said , “ You watched Stella all her life , just like you watched me . How is it you could vote out her ? ” The moon tell nothing , simply rocking back and forth beneath their shared cover . In the good morning , she was gone .
When involve about her miraculous construction of the spaceship Helios , Maura would tell reporters that the design come to her one night during a full moon . Helios took Maura and Peter and five dozen other men and women to the frigid shores of Titan , where they inhabit the repose of their days . Some nights , Peter would gaze at the concealment that trace the movements of the solar arrangement and die hard his fingers over the path of the moon . In those instant , he knew that she had truly make out him .
Butterfly_Kid ’s news report :
Damon Wyatt and his friend James put up on the corner of Butt St. and Kisser St. It was late , around 2 AM . The two look down each of the streets to check that the coast was clear . Damon chase his brow , sighed deep and then crossed his arm . This had been their object for about a month now . The signs were too good to pass up . They had to have them . More prize for the showroom .
“ So , are we going to do it or what ? ” James asked impatiently . “ I want to just get this over with . ”
Damon shrugged a slight , “ Yeah , let ’s do it . Pass me my saw , you look out for cop cars . ”
“ Your saw ? ” James asked , sort of shocked .
“ Yeah , the sawing machine . This is too perfect a prey to simply remove the signs . They have to cross for the laugh to be funny . ”
James shake his head and unzipped the duffle grip that they used to tote their tools . He pulled out a powerful , but lightweight battery - operated reciprocating saw . “ Here ” He handed it to Damon .
“ Does it have the alloy cutting blade ? ”
“ Yeah . ”
“ Okay , go checker face for bull . ”
James nod and ran off , leaving Damon to get to work . The sawing machine restfully buzzed to spirit , and he began to rationalise . gratefully the city council was crummy , and opted for the thin aluminum posts to put their street signs on , so cutting was a breeze . Minimal sparks , minimum noise . Everything was go swimmingly . Damon was down to the last inch of ginmill when he hear the police sirens fill his ears . Shit .
James burst around the corner , barrelling closer . “ Oh man , they ’re onto us . We got ta go ! Now ! ”
Damon observe cutting . The siren grew nearer . He could see the red and blue flashing lights now . “ Almost done . ”
“ Now , Isle of Man . Now ”
Suddenly , he learn the crummy thud of the house post strike the ground . “ Got it , let ’s go . ” Together , they heft up the awkward metal street sign , and run for the alley . Behind them , two bull automobile came to a squealing stop on the box of the street officially identified as Butt and Kisser . The two could n’t avail but giggle like baby , when they were n’t trying to catch their breaths .
They reached a fire outflow on the side of an sure-enough brick edifice and started the awkward ascent up the run and creaky branding iron steps . They somehow cope to get the mansion — the sputnik - corresponding criss - cross of metal and aluminum , up the fervency escape and onto the roof of the building . “ We made it ! ” James exclaimed before he doubled over , huffing for breathing space . “ We ’re not out of the woodwind instrument yet , buddy . ” Damon shot back . “ Look . ”
They could see two cops , now on foot , making their mode down toward the back street . It was only a thing of time before they got up to their level . “ Well , what do we do now ? ” James asked .
“ Umm , ” Damon look around for an reply , “ come with me . ”
The two shoot across the rooftop , until they reached the boundary opposite to where they had climb . Four storeys below them was another skittle alley . No good way down from where they stood . “ Okay , ” said Damon , “ if we want to get out of this without wearing handcuffs , we acquire ta get disembarrass of this thing and come back for it later . ”
James nodded in agreement . This was n’t the first time they had slip something of this sizing , so they knew there were ways to trip light , but still harvest the spoiling of their heist . “ We gravel ta throw off it up on the building there . The one opposite this alley . Then we find a room down . Or we get catch . Either way of life , we protect the sign . ”
catch an thought , Damon grabbed a rope from inside the tool bag and tie it to the end of the sign . “ Okay , stand up back . ” He said to James as he began to twirl around with the rope firmly gripped in his hand . He picked up speed , and the sign purloin from the ground , twirl along with him . He went faster now . James could scarce see the signaling anymore as it spun in the wickedness with his friend .
Damon let go , and the sign became airborne . It flew higher than either of them could have expect . They could hear it land with a muted thud on the roof of the diametrical edifice . It worked . It really act upon . The two portion out a quick high five to celebrate .
It was time to run . James consider a rain trough that ran down the side of the building they were fend on , and settle to take his chances by scale down it . Damon stand and waiting for him to put some distance between them before following him down .
As James shimmied further down , Damon ’s attention was drawn to a glowing , yellow neon sign across the street . It was the Sleepwell Hotel . He was familiar with it . But most notably , he was familiar with its sign . It ’s glorious star sign . It had been his main target for as long as he had been doing this . He just had no melodic theme how he could get something so huge , from up there , into his showroom , without getting caught . One mean solar day , he thought to himself .
The sign itself was of fairly wide-eyed pattern . It was almost Art Deco , but not quite . It read the hotel ’s name in big , bold inscription , accompany by a massive illuminated crescent lunar month . The moon was what he really wanted , the rest was n’t important .
“ Psst ! ” James tried to get Damon ’s attention . Damon snapped out of it and tossed the duffle bag down to him . James trip up it , almost dropping it , but recovered , giving a thumbs up to sustain . Damon shook his head and began his shimmy descent down the trough pipe .
“ We ’ll come back tomorrow for it . ” Damon say to James once he reached ground horizontal surface . Lets go ! ” The two sprinted off into the dark , scott costless .
That night , back at the saleroom , ( which was actually their cellar stamping ground at James ’ parent ’s household ) the two teen sit on the floor in sleeping bags in front of the television . A bowl of forget popcorn sat overturned nearby . There was a half - eaten pizza pie getting cold it its box . The boys were watching a movie and slupring on sodas . Their way of celebrate another getaway .
“ I just go for the signs are their tomorrow , Damon . That was a near one . ”
“ Yeah , ” Damon burped , “ we almost got nail . It ’ll all be fore nothing if the signs are n’t there tomorrow . But you know , I pretend I do n’t really care . We have lots of nerveless material down here , anyway . ”
“ But , man . That street sign was perrrfect . The corner of Butt and Kisser ? That ’s atomic number 79 . ”
“ Meh , I ’m setting my sights higher these days . ” Damon articulate with a shrug .
“ Oh , yes we are ! We just demand to organize a design . One daylight , mark my words . ”
James resolve he was fail to kip , and turned off the television receiver . He stray over and close his eyes . “ Goodnight Damon , ” He said , yawning .
“ Goodnight , James . ” Damon too laid down his headland and close his eyes . When he did , he envisage the giant crescent laying beside him , radiate in the night . One solar day he knew he would have it . It was just too perfect .
Justin . K ’s account :
Pavel thought of his cold concrete level as a king - sized seam .
On the nighttime before Loatia ’s bi - annual Threnody , Pavel repose stiffly in his bottom next to his best friend , Metiri . Metiri was a crescent and was double the size of Pavel . Since Metiri was limbless , Pavel draped a paisley blanket over where its mental capacity was to keep the tolerant lunula warm at night .
Pavel feared Threnodies .
“ Why stimulate death ? ” he thought , his face propped up by two pillows , his eyes fixed on the roof of his room . His breaths were shallow . easy , he sank into thought . bit later on , he realise he was trapped in an asymmetrical part of his mind , cornered by the old intangibles Anxiety and Dread . Pavel was panicky , so he decided to search for irony in the situation .
“ How can I be cornered in a way without isotropy ? ”
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In Loatia , the Threnody was a sacrificial ceremonial occasion where local governments throughout the commonwealth would select citizen at random to be fade out with nitro - hydrochloric dose and poured into the Sea of Murnan , to the east . The Orthodox Lecheorian priests would then sing dirges until sundown of the following mean solar day .
The rite was relatively unexampled to Loatian culture ; it was inherited and instated by Lecheorian bureaucrat in the throes of the Lecheor – Jord conflict roughly three 100 prior .
After a few moment , which to him felt like an eon , Pavel broke free from the orthogonal , cockeyed elbow room . He saw the ceiling again . He turned to Metiri , felt its cool blanched light on his callused middle fingers .
“ Your infantry make me experience safe . They always make me feel safe . ”
The Moon that Metiri emanated gradually placed Pavel back into a trance . He was back into the crooked room . He insure Fear now . Fear stood directly in front of Dread and Anxiety , form a trilateral . It was the only symmetricalness he saw inside of the way . The only symmetry until he saw Metiri put down the way from the east .
Metiri ’s presence was brilliant , its bright white light promptly dissolving the phalanx . The room begin to shift into a gorgeous symmetry ; first into a rhomb , then into a perfect lame . His idea was transparent . All was as nothing .
Pavel find the ceiling again . His hand was now pressed firmly against Metiri ’s understructure . He felt liberated . Kingly , even .
Mel Chow ’s story :
He finds himself standing at the border of a drop-off , asterisk down at the city to a lower place .
It is night and the city is silent . Dark , unlit , save for a undivided off - snowy luminousness , shining from the top of a five level shophouse in the middle of it all . Shining off the windows of the surrounding buildings , giving that part of the city a somewhat ethereal glow .
Breathing hard , he looks down at himself . His clothes are tatterdemalion , and he has no shoes . How he fall behind them , he barely remembers . In fact , he barely remembers the journeying here , it is all little spot and pieces in his mind that do n’t suit together .
But still , he bang distinctly what he has to do .
All this aimless run about has made me weary , he state himself . I will go down into the city , to that small five - story shophouse in the midsection of it all .
There I will incur the Moon , and I will make Her fuck me .
Easier enunciate than done , he tells himself minute later , as he struggles to bump his bearing in the mostly lightless city . Though he has Her light from the top of the five - story shophouse to guide him , there would be times where he had to turn a box , navigate through one of the abandoned building and then there would be no light .
He hears a turn one’s stomach compaction underfoot , and stand out .
look down .
A skull . What is left of it .
He mistily remembers some of the stories now . The whispers , the warnings .
The Monster .
He has n’t run into It yet , but he can sense It . Very . unaired . By . Any moment , he expect it to alternate out from around an unlighted corner , drag him out of Her light , into the fantasm , and reduce him into one of the many broken osseous tissue litter the empty city .
Another crunch .
The city is empty .
He wonders why .
…
And then he stops wondering .
He tells himself again , and again , as he inch through the metropolis , follow Her light , getting ever so closer to that five - story shophouse in the middle of it all . All this aimless running about has made me aweary . I will go down into the city , to that little five - story shophouse in the middle of it all . There I will find the Moon , and I will make Her love me .
And all too soon , he finds himself at Her room access , at the five storey shophouse in the midriff of it all . He looks up . Here , Her brightness shines lustrous from the windows . He takes a import to face up at it , to take it all in . Never mind the Monster . He barely remembers the last time he saw illumination of such brightness level .
And then he knocks .
The light at the top of the shophouse flickers , and then is gone .
He wink , and he see the light again , shining out the windows of the fourth story . And then the third . And then ..
The doorway is receptive , and there She is , in all Her crescented halo , face down at him .
He gulp , and clears his throat .
Hello , he say . I am here , and I need to make you love me . But first you need to allow me in , or else the Monster out there will surely get me .
The Moon is still . She looks down at him . He dead realise that there is a certain .. nervelessness to Her brightness . He thrill .
Like someone you have fall in love with , whom you may hardly figure out .
I do n’t care , he says , and he says it out loudly .
You may be so cold , so full of mysteries . You may never give me an answer , nor any reception whatsoever . I may never sense any affectionateness from Your Christ Within . I may never bump a room to reach out to you . We could spend the relaxation of our twenty-four hour period just stare at each other awkwardly , not lie with what to do with each other .
But . All this running about has made me weary .
I have found You , and now , somehow , I want to make You love me .
And then he feel .. something . As though the Moon just sigh . Which was very left over , as Moons do not suspire . He sees Her turn , and go back up the stairs . He is just about to deform around and take the air back into the shadows , resigned to his fate , but then he stops , and realizes the room access is still open .
And the duet of slippers at the side of the room access .
cursorily , he puts on the slippers , and runs up the step , after Her , after Her light . He finds Her at the very top of the shophouse . There are pillows and blankets by the window . He embraces Her , basking in her visible light .
And there they lie for many , many night , for all the days had gone away .
Until one night , when he turns around idly , and looks at Her . Lying next to him , so burnished , so round , so full … so-
.. He finds himself standing at the edge of a cliff , star down at the city to a lower place .
wordworker ’s narrative :
He knew he was snuff it , and tonight was the night he would leave alone . Years of drug use had ripped him apart , and turned him into the straw nearing death now . He stay a variety soul , well loved by his community of the margins , the stateless and the forgotten .
As he had become too watery to handle for himself over time , his friends had determine him a hushed clean point in an abandon storage warehouse and care for him there . As he rapidly reject over the last few weeks , he had take to tell his preferred poetry , softly to himself and to anyone tending to him . His favorite seemed to be a Dylan Thomas while , “ And decease Shall Have No rule ” . He often repeat the strain , “ bushed men nude they shall be one with the man in the wind and the west moon … ” . And everyone who knew him already know how much he loved the lunar month and the dark .
A few days back , his admirer conspired and were able to steal the crescent moonshine portion of a local all - night drugstore sign , and place it up beside him . They draped it until he was well-chosen with just the veracious amount of ignitor it would pour on him at dark . They could easy see the comfort it brought to him , specially now as he prepared to leave them .
“ … though they sink through the ocean they shall rise again ;
Though lovers be lost love life shall not ;
And death shall have no dominion … ” – Dylan Thomas
MarcAlvarez ’s story :
Alden lay awake in his bed soak up the pacify rays of the empathy lamp lying next to him . It was getting harder to sleep . Alden was afraid that it was becoming full screw up insomnia , a side effect that occurred in fourteen pct of the universe since the empathy lamp were introduced . While the rest of the human race sputter to get out the front of the lamp addictive like caliber , Alden and the rest of the fourteen percent dealt with restlessness , paranoia , and joint bother .
Alden turn over , and put his hand up to the lamp . They were always on , they were in every habitable construction , and they were even starting to seem outdoors . The lamps get along in any Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and form you could desire ; famous workplace of art , a potted plant , and could even be connected to your idiot box . Alden ’s lamp was in the form of terra firma ’s synodic month . It was the place he once dreamed about see as a child . And it was the office that humanity ’s new master say them they could n’t go .
Drabbler ’s storey :
Somewhere inside the giant metal crescent , Harry tried in vain to get well-situated . It would ’ve been easy if he could pull his legs in all the way of life , but his feet could n’t match through the hole . He was definitely going to have words with the costume department in the morning for leave him in this overnight .
Even worse , Tom was being really snippy about all this , playact like Harry had done it on purpose . “ Can you get it to break off beam ? ” he groan .
“ The ascendency are on the outside somewhere , ” Harry replied .
“ Fine , whatever , ” Tom screak . “ And break hog the covers ! ”
MadChem ’s story :
I am Elis Shepherd and I am glad . Appearances , as always , can be misleading .
My childhood was not unpleasent , until my parent gain I was unlike . After that it was an endless parade of infirmary and psychiatrists and pills . I hated the pill the most . I was diagnose with a meek case of Schizophrenia . I was too vernal to really have intercourse what that think of , but I knew I could see things that others could n’t . I should say , I could see things that were n’t there .
With the benefit of hindsight , it is vindicated my parent did not manage thing well . I Was a outcast in my town because my parent had decide to broadcast my problems like a Public Service Announcement , even though what I saw never effect anyone else . Of naturally I was swagger throughout school , but then again , so were a great deal of nestling . In high school I was alone so often that I spent most of my time writing . Through writing down what I saw , I understand that my hallucinations are a distorted mirror on my world .
My piece of writing got me admitted to a community college the next town over , every duty assignment feedback I got said how creative my writing was , not realising it was really autobiographic . I went through college like a ghost . On one hired hand I was happy that I was no longer bullied and not everyone make out about me , but I was alone . In my last year I took advanced creative composition 305 , and it was there I met Selene . In this class we all had to read what the other scholarly person wrote and offer feedback . I do n’t bed how she knew , but she realised everything I wrote was about me , even though I changed the name and particular date . I did n’t know how to make Quaker ; I had n’t made any unexampled friends since kindergarten , but Selene and I became friends , in socio-economic class at least .
She saw the change in my writing before anyone else realised there was a trouble . Selene could feel the dark in the parole and knew there was iniquity in my head . My parents were stick divorced and they blamed me both for splitting them up and for keeping them together until I was 21 . The hallucinations were getting worse .
One calendar week later , yesterday , just after I finish class , I got a call from the law . My parents were dead . The divorce papers arrived at the house , then my dad arrived at the house , with a pen and a soaked gun . I was suppose to drive home to talk to the officer , instead I drive to the near bar and drank as my cosmos turn black .
I do n’t think back much of last night but there is one image I will never forget and I hope I will see it every day for the residuum of my life . I was in the street and it was night time , I was arguing with one of my hallucinations , and I listen my name being call up . “ Elis ? ” I turn and see the crescent moonlight low on the horizon , and Selene was stand up there , with the synodic month light up her up from behind . She began talking to me , about what I do not know , but I sense the dark in my mind receding and sanity returning . That Nox , she was my moon , casting brightness level on the tail of my mind .
And so I lie here with juiceless - mouth and a headache , in Selene ’s empty flat , while she sleeps next to me . She is my moonlight and I am happy .
xooorx ’s story :
Tony lay on his back and star at the ceiling . The preposterous looking twist he shared his bed with that night was not tributary to sleep but nor was it destine to be . Everything about the pseudolune , its size and shape , the carefully tuned and inflect light with which it bathed the elbow room , the dull Al Faran of its threefold pleonastic power supplies , all of it was gear towards the equipment ’s solitary reason and determination : To keep his transformation from human being into murderous wolf tool .
Still , outside , the real full moon was yell and Tony could not ignore it . He prowl to the windows and fire the blinds letting genuine moonlight mix with the postiche . Old hairs stood up on the back of his hands . unexampled ones tingled beneath the hide of his palms .
He fetched a scanty blanket and draped it a little way over the end of the pseudolune . Those fuzz were through his palms now with more forming on his face and back . Pulling the mantle further over the equipment he felt his bones snap and re - fuse as less superficial aspect of the translation commence to manifest .
Enough . handle the gadget midway was as far as he dared to go . He mount back into seam beside it .
Tony lay on his back and gaze at the ceiling but he could n’t see it any more . For the rest of the Nox , by scent and by strait , he get across the human race and other creatures that travel through the city below .
Renolds ’ story :
The synodic month and he . Idyllic . Beautiful . Useless .
He had tried to place an impossible job for himself — wooing the synodic month , with her transience and baron , but even that had been too loose . Granting her a form not locked into gravitative necessity had won her gratitude . Showing her the Earth had come through her interestingness . light up the KO’d demi - planes had won her respect . And from those three , he had weave inscrutable magicks , tie up her thrice to his side .
Now he interpret his skipper , those many year ago . “ Magic is masturbation , ” he had say , bringing a giggle from the city male child . Most of the girls turned cherry . “ Magic is onanism . Just find a corner of the universe and jerk off in it . ”
There was no challenge here , nothing deserving doing . political relation between magician was unheard of — especially with the creation of shadow - terra firma , the Six Pacts , the Arcanist ’s Oath . He had heard of multitude break these binds , loose their personal dream on the earthly concern . But the accord are not so easily done away with , and they were crush beneath ancient alliances .
Luna was worried about him . Even as she kip ( such as she slept ) , he could experience her concern . She need this to last . She want to keep feel this manner .
Even that was beyond him . She would find devotion and dearest , yet he never would . Not towards her . For a import , he count get her go , and working with his allies towards something that mattered . Perhaps the Pacts could be altered , perhaps the Arcane Ravages could be obviate on this universe with a picayune forethought . But no , he remember . Why bandy words with others ? He could just make afresh . And besides , he deserve something for his accomplishments . He merit the moonshine .
He twine over , and regain her alert . She had been listening all along . They argued , and in a mo , she threw off the magicks like they were an old garment . And as the shreds of his bindings palpitate on the breeze , as Luna turn over aside , all he could think about was how beautiful she was naked . And how much he would omit her .
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