Nova Luna

The light streamed in through the tear in the curtain.

Sam opened his left eye with a squint as the brightness touched his face. He turned his head slightly and opened both eyes.

“Time to get up…!” he declared. He leaped out of bed and opened the curtains fully, flooding the bedroom with the bright morning sunlight.

The mornings on Nova Luna were his favourite time of day. The waves on Lake Plenty bobbed gently, and the distant Salaara Hills appeared turquoise in the shade.

The holoscreen went blank.

“Pity mornings don’t last longer!” He moaned, heading to get showered.

Essence

She glides through the forest bringing an essence of Spring. The rhythm of her breath singing with the gentle rustling of leftover Autumn leaves beneath her feet. Spring leaves unfurl from their buds as she walks by, only to wrap themselves tightly once again when she moves on. She provides a burst of bright sunshine to wake the slumbering plants.

“Winter is almost over” she whispers.

She stops.

She knows she has been spotted.

She gently smiles. Slowly, she turns, fading as she does. Mother Nature knows when it is the right time to show herself. She will be back.

View from the Window: Zephyr’s Dance

I opened the window fully, sat down and looked out. The sky is bright, the day clear. A cool breeze circles, causing branches to sway gently. Zephyr flies in through the branches, breaking down into small swirls of individuality where the branches are touched. Some swirl toward me, through the open window, giggling as they caress my face and gently pull my hair. They bless my skin with the warmth of the Sun mixed with the cool freshness of a January morning. They hiss as they delicately whisper two words into my ear. “Feel Good!” they say, and I do.

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Dead of Night

The sound of the bells ringing twelve carried across the graveyard, through the murky grey mist that had decided to settle. Muffled, the heart of the sound was more prominent than the fuzzy, frayed edges to the deep and echoey tolls.

The rustle and scraping of footsteps through fallen leaves swiftly brought my attention to something closer.

Who’d be walking through the graveyard at this time?

I’d never get to know.

The whispered hiss that came from this approaching stranger made me jump to my feet and flee without looking back.

Ghost-hunting is better indoors anyway, on nights like this.

Still Night

Shadows shifted as clouds moved in to cover the bright Moon above. Figures danced between the trees below the glow, hidden from the naked eye through the blinding light which tore through the night’s darkness, bringing tears to to the eyes of anyone who should look.

The night was silent.

Calm.

Still.

Echoes carried upon the water faded quickly, as did the occasional ripple upon the water’s surface.

Even the blood-curdling scream bore no effect upon the stillness of the night, although the figures danced within the shadows a little quicker, and the night itself became a little more dark.