Hey guys!
In this episode, I am going to tell you a couple of stories. These stories I wrote with my own words and wrote them based on some pictures. I have been writing stories these days because I saw these wonderful pictures and LOVED them. I will show you three short pieces of my stories including the pictures.
Hope you enjoy!
I Love the Moons Magic Glow.
Sitting on the windowsill, gazing into the moon light. Not knowing what to do I start to stand on the windowsill..... and I jump. My conscience said with a wisp of cold air. "Fly". I opened my wings. I looked at them like they were someone elses and not mine. They were black with bright silver streaks. I spread them further out and lifted off into the sky. I looked down at the city. Pitch black. I turned my head slightly towards the moon and smiled.
*~Midnight Music~*
"Ohh, I'm late again." I was working overtime for the school club and it was getting late. The hall was pitch black, only lit by the glow of the full moon. I took a step until I heard something. "W-w-what was t-that?" I looked around nervously as if I had done something to make that sound. "Its just my imagination". I giggled and kept walking. I stopped again, this time hearing a violin. I've been playing the violin ever since I remember and I loved it. I knew it was a violin from the sound of it and it was coming from the music room. "I wonder who can be in school at a time like this?" I opened the door a ajar. I peeked in seeing a beautiful lady in front of me. I admired her at first sight. Her playing was as beautiful as she was. I walked in quietly. I stood there for a while then got curious of how she looked like. I struggled to see her face so I moved to the corner of the room. I finally realized that she wasn't human..... but a ghost.... with WINGS. I covered my mouth, preventing myself from gasping. I thought she gave me a slight glance with her golden ember eyes. All of a sudden she changed the melody and I screamed
New Dark Moon
I was sitting on my sofa and reading a book. The book was getting interesting and I wanted to read more of it. It was interesting because it was about the moon and how it changed the world. I had always loved reading books about the supernatural; some of my favorite topics were about the moon.
Suddenly, the door opened. My dad just came back from office and when he stepped in the house....the house was pitch black. The silence made it seem like I was trapped, perhaps in the book itself, until the silence was broken by a loud crash. "Sorry everyone, I didn't mean to do it", my younger emotionless brother explained. I slipped a sigh and disappointedly said, "What did you break NOW L". My brothers REAL name is Yerline but we like to call him L. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see him through the inky darkness. My brother, you see, is totally expressionless; he’s always been that way. That was the only interesting thing about him though. "I broke your glass sculpture", he said. I rolled my eyes and went on, "I have dozens of GLASS sculptures. Which one did you break?" It was kind of my hobby to make sculptures and write stories about them. On my beautiful full moon birthday, my favorite uncle, Uncle Howey gave me a glass sculpture. It was like the radiant shine of the moon itself. I thought, ever since that spectacular day, of what story I should write for this mysterious object, wondering if it held the deepest of deep secrets. My eyes widened and I ran, feeling the walls, to near where I heard my brother’s voice. I squinted through the darkness at the place where I kept my sculptures. I closed my eyes, pretending as if nothing happened at all and I was sleeping. I opened them again this time, looking at my precious sculptures. I seemed relieved. I turned to the side, about to speak to my brother when I found that there was no one next to me. I was alone in the darkness. "Ma. Pa. L. Where are you guys." I waited, only hearing the echo of my voice. I felt a cold finger go down my back. I tossed myself around and saw nothing but the moon slowly disappearing. This time I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Mustering some courage, I turned slowly and saw the face of my beloved sculpture. I smiled and everything was now once again black. Dark, cold, and lonely.
(I really wrote these stories)
