Eager is the omnipresent moon,
Circling in its inescapable orbit,
Longing to be the star in the sky.
It is there even when it is not,
Patiently waiting for its turn in the spotlight,
Solemn satellite existing in the shadows.
Evanescent moment eternally cherished.
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Alyssa Nicole
A toxicologist who secretly hopes to be a full-time author. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head until I get around to writing them. Some of those ideas end up here.
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The Road to Nowhere
Trigger warnings: Violence, Death. "May the Sun burn your tongue out, woman," Fredrick's father screamed the curse into his mother's ear as their elegant little carriage rumbled along, its polished wood and gilded trim glinting in the torchlight. They had just left the small village of Saffron and were on an unnamed road to the capital for the Royal wedding. Fredrick leaned back in his plush velvet seat to escape into the passing landscape, but across from him sat the servant boy, a scrappy lad named Jack. Jack's eyes held a mixture of awe and fear, the kind that only a commoner could feel in the presence of nobility. Jack looked up and caught Fredrick's gaze, offering him a sad little smile before reaching into his pocket and retrieving a little caramel treat. This candy was no doubt stolen from the kitchen treat cupboard; if he was caught with it, he would be locked in the box as punishment.
By Frank English5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Beautiful. I loved the line about wishing to be a star, giving the moon its own personality
Marvelous alliteration! 💕
This was stunningly beautiful! Loved your Acrostic!
Really loved the images you painted here. Wonderfully penned :)