Writer's MoonA Story by ArchiaWriter's Block need not exist, all that is needed is a moon or even a carrotThe moon.
She wasn't going to write about the moon but she had forgotten what she was
going to write about and the moon had come to mind. She was fond of the moon.
She had once, and only, looked at the moon through a telescope and seen the
craters and the rocks. It was a sight so real, so there; to see the edges and
crevices of something so far away, that she fell in love. She enjoyed looking
at the moon through her window, watching it as it disappeared into a sliver.
Someone had once said she'd make a wonderful pagan and tried to imagine herself
dancing in flowing robes chanting to the moon. It was an image she struggled
with and she politely declined their idea. She liked
the moon and so she wrote about it. She rarely cared what she wrote about, she
just enjoyed writing. If she was struggling with ideas she'd write about a carrot
if she had to. It was because of that she never suffered the thing some people
called writers block. The only way someone should really be blocked was if they
had no means to write, if they had the means the only thing stopping them was
themselves. She was determined to never let her mind stop her. It wear was easy
enough, she just had to not be afraid of writing about something as silly as
carrots Now though
she was writing about the moon, a perhaps less silly subject but it depends on
how she wrote it. She could write about a silly moon made of cheese or a very
serious carrot that was needed to save the world. Nothing had to be ridiculous
or belittling. Her moon was
a beautiful one, very serene and calming. Butterflies and nymphs erupted from
its ripples took messages to the stars. Sometimes, in return, the stars would
share stories of what they saw. Whilst the moon was very big, its own shine stopped
it from seeing down to earth. The stare stars knew how the moon loved the stories
and would tell of children and laughter and happiness. The moon would hear of
parties, and true loves and forevers. The stars never passed on the other
stories, the ones of sadness and pain. The moon never heard of the tears people
shed or the ways people tried to stop the tears. Sometimes when a star saws omething
that shocked it too much it fell and brought a little piece of excitement to
those the world. The moon in all its ignorance thought the world was happy. If
it hadn't maybe it would have lost some of its shine and seen for itself. But
as it was the butterflies continued to bring stories of cheer and the nymphs
stories of fun.
It would always continue this way, the earth needed the moon after all
and the stars were just there for prettiness. The moon would remain a jolly
good moon, listening to the stories of happiness and to love, and shining on
the world forever. © 2016 Archia |
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Added on January 15, 2016 Last Updated on January 15, 2016 AuthorArchiaAboutReally, I'm just one of you. Come in, sit down, grab a cup of tea and enjoy a good read (now that may be a questionable statement). If there's anything in any of my stories that you want to be exp.. more..Writing
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