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Suggested prompt...
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Let your writing be inspired in some
creative way by this beautiful full moon.
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Jackson "Jack" Clemons wasn't a man who scared easily, but even the bravest amoung us have their limit.... and as he nervously watched the treeline surrounding his property through frost-dusted glass, Jack had to admit he'd long ago reached his.
There had been a full moon the first time he'd spotted them scurrying through the snow behind his house.
Hearing one of the metal trashcans beside his shed fall over, Jack had gone out to scare off whatever possum or raccoon had come to investigate his leftovers. Midnight guests were nothing out of the ordinary since the further man backed civilization up to nature the harder nature seemed to push back against civilization, but this time when he rounded the side of the house he hadn't found a racoon. He'd found Them.
Half a dozen bleached blue eyes flashed red in the glow of his flashlight and he'd stood statue still while three grotesquely humanoid shapes jumped down from the shiny tin can and fled, their nearly translucent skin hairless and blending far too easily into the late December snow.
Fool that he was, he'd been more intrigued than fearful at first, leaving them food in hopes of tempting them back, eager to unravel the mystery of the ugly little creatures hiding in the forest...
After close to forty years of walking the woods behind his little house, part of him just couldn't believe anything in the forest he'd come to know neary as well as his own backyard could hurt him.
He'd been wrong..
The moonlight made it worse, it's cold grey-blue light coating the skeletal branches that stretched out beyond the clearing, filling the night with shifting shadows that played on his fears and concealed his enemies.
How many of them were out there this time? Their souless eyes staring back at him from the darkness, bloodless lips pulled back over jagged, razor sharp teeth in a silent snarl...
Dozens? Hundreds? More?
He couldn't be sure.
Movement in the trees caught his attention and Jack tightened his hand on the gun, the cold steel heavy and awkward in his trembling grip.
He wasn't sure if he could shoot left handed, but it wasn't like he had a lot of choice since the mangled fingers of his right had been rendered useless beneath the thick gauze bandage covering them.
No one believed him, not that he could really blame them since there were times when he could barely believe himself.
Even his own daughter had been asking questions.. the kind of gently probing questions you ask someone when you think they might be getting soft in the head.
"Dad, are you sure you're alright? What did Dr. Micheals say? Have you been taking your heart medication? Why don't you come down to Miami for a couple of months? The kids would love to see you."
He was tempted, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. He might be sixty seven years old, but he wasn't senile, and there was no way he was letting those things out there drive him from his own home.
No matter what anyone else thought, there was something in those woods. Something that stalked it's prey and waited for the moon to become full between attacks. Something that civilization had managed to stupidly awaken with ithe sudden onslaught of superhighways and cookie-cutter ranch style suburbs.
Jack watched the slithering shadows inch closer over the falling snow while the wind howled forlornly in the distance.
"Please," Jack whispered to the moon soaked night, "let it be the wind..."
Sanity
Some wonderful lunar inspired writing for this prompt. Sanity... this was wonderful, I wanted more. :) ~ Laura Jayne
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FULL MOON FEVER
Full moon fever,
On a Friday night;
Brings the crazies,
into the light.
Blinding light,
in the darkness prey;
Will steal the sight,
And light of day.
Be still my heart,
Locked away in love,
You're not so smart,
With powers' glove.
Give me a pass,
Just once would you please;
Leave me still on the grass,
And down low on my knees.
So werewolf in kind,
Gathered 'round in the wood;
Will each link their minds,
As they draw up their hoods.
I'm not afraid of the dark, you see, for Mother Nature has thought of me.
She has hung high up in the sky
a brilliant mobile for my eye.
A golden moon, and countless stars,
accompanied by Venus, Jupiter and Mars.
A few more celestial bodies too,
to keep me safe from you know who.
It comes complete with midnight sound
of all her creatures found around.
And when finally I am sound a sleep,
She let's the moon ebb into the deep.
And though it slips my mind for now,
She emanates her beauty again, and how!
Mesmerizing, tantalizing, awe inspiring is she, I am struck giggly, giddy, silly by her wondrous beauty.
stu pidasso
7August2009
Moon
Mother of the night,
Mother to billions of stars
that crowd around her
for golden, pregnant light
to rain on them,
like mother's milk.
In darkness,
Mother takes form,
Mother wakes.
Good morning, Moon,
for this is your dawn,
and I'm sorry I slept through it.
Lovely picture. The moon makes the best muse.
Moon Moon
sing to me softly a sweet lullaby
I'll soon
be lingering among the stars in the sky
Moon Moon
hold me and tell me there's nothing to fear
sweet Moon
stay with me until the sun does appear
Moon Moon
watch over me, I am slipping away
sweet Moon
dreaming wistfully of brand new days
Moon Moon
whisper a poem of hope as I sleep
fortune
like you is something which I'll always keep...
Jackson "Jack" Clemons wasn't a man who scared easily, but even the bravest amoung us have their limit.... and as he nervously watched the treeline surrounding his property through frost-dusted glass, Jack had to admit he'd long ago reached his.
There had been a full moon the first time he'd spotted them scurrying through the snow behind his house.
Hearing one of the metal trashcans beside his shed fall over, Jack had gone out to scare off whatever possum or raccoon had come to investigate his leftovers. Midnight guests were nothing out of the ordinary since the further man backed civilization up to nature the harder nature seemed to push back against civilization, but this time when he rounded the side of the house he hadn't found a racoon. He'd found Them.
Half a dozen bleached blue eyes flashed red in the glow of his flashlight and he'd stood statue still while three grotesquely humanoid shapes jumped down from the shiny tin can and fled, their nearly translucent skin hairless and blending far too easily into the late December snow.
Fool that he was, he'd been more intrigued than fearful at first, leaving them food in hopes of tempting them back, eager to unravel the mystery of the ugly little creatures hiding in the forest...
After close to forty years of walking the woods behind his little house, part of him just couldn't believe anything in the forest he'd come to know neary as well as his own backyard could hurt him.
He'd been wrong..
The moonlight made it worse, it's cold grey-blue light coating the skeletal branches that stretched out beyond the clearing, filling the night with shifting shadows that played on his fears and concealed his enemies.
How many of them were out there this time? Their souless eyes staring back at him from the darkness, bloodless lips pulled back over jagged, razor sharp teeth in a silent snarl...
Dozens? Hundreds? More?
He couldn't be sure.
Movement in the trees caught his attention and Jack tightened his hand on the gun, the cold steel heavy and awkward in his trembling grip.
He wasn't sure if he could shoot left handed, but it wasn't like he had a lot of choice since the mangled fingers of his right had been rendered useless beneath the thick gauze bandage covering them.
No one believed him, not that he could really blame them since there were times when he could barely believe himself.
Even his own daughter had been asking questions.. the kind of gently probing questions you ask someone when you think they might be getting soft in the head.
"Dad, are you sure you're alright? What did Dr. Micheals say? Have you been taking your heart medication? Why don't you come down to Miami for a couple of months? The kids would love to see you."
He was tempted, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. He might be sixty seven years old, but he wasn't senile, and there was no way he was letting those things out there drive him from his own home.
No matter what anyone else thought, there was something in those woods. Something that stalked it's prey and waited for the moon to become full between attacks. Something that civilization had managed to stupidly awaken with ithe sudden onslaught of superhighways and cookie-cutter ranch style suburbs.
Jack watched the slithering shadows inch closer over the falling snow while the wind howled forlornly in the distance.
"Please," Jack whispered to the moon soaked night, "let it be the wind..."
the moon sings melancholy into the
night sky,
the words come out in
breathless gasps
ring around the moon
shine on
and light the faces of those who walk away
into the dark
you watch
until there is nothing
to watch anymore
waves crash,
they've never heard of subtlety,
but you have
your light
is dissolved into the essence
of this very enchanted evening
i do believe
as you stood alone in the sky
that i saw some sadness
real or imagined
it was there
if you were to ever
cry out in despair that no one
ever truly knew you
you would be wrong
through the haze,
the cruelity of this
duality of vision
i understood you
in those fading, now ancient seconds
someone knew you
Lover, you are a false prophet!
You caress my window pane each night
with your empty promises of companionship. You assure me that you are there for me, as a beacon
reaching out to the multitudes at sea.
You swoon your silent love's lament at the portal to my soul. And like a fool I bat my eyelashes and wonder when if ever, you will finally allow me to feel the warmth of touch.
You gaze back silently into my tired eyes as if you are overwhelmed by all you have to say to me, unable to put feelings into melodic, tempting words.
And as I await your sweet nothings, you do naught but hold my baited breath as a master holds a cell door key. Yes, like a moth slowly circling the flame; I am drawn by the sheer beauty of your magnificant glow. I can not divert my eyes from your celestial body.
Yet, at the end of each night, as the sun creeps upon the horizon, I am left with empty arms yet again, wondering what I have done to drive you from my embrace. And as I fade off into sleep, I know that you will return again to torment me with your soothing silence and cruelty routine of parading across your catwalk in all your glory.
I am left but to ache for, admire and applaud you, false prophet!
by Paul Revered
Sanity - I loved your story ....or was it the truth????
Out within the night's embrace
It is almost as bright as day
The round moon shines down on my face
Casting shadows along its way
I walk amongst the stars tonight
My skin glows and my voice hushes
The sweet caress of white midnight light
Tickles me wherever it touches
The sweet breeze takes my heart away
Up with it in beauty's dance
My eyes follow, and so does my soul
As it kisses the moon goodnight
Thanks, Christine!
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