9/21/22 Inhabitants of the Forest

 Inhabitants of the Forest

The giant moose watched with its tiny human in the luscious green forest as the moon crumbled. A hand reached out in the sky and had taken hold of the moon. Harshly it squeezed, crushing the moon into tiny pieces. 

The moose and the man did not move, they simply stood, staring at the whimsical sight in front of them. A slight breeze blew, waving the man’s cloak and rustling the moose's fur as the moon was crushed in the sky.

The silent pair turned away and continued to walk through the woods. The moon was gone now, that was it, time to continue with life. Nothing would change for them, day and night would still come. 

The forest grew a bit darker that day, no longer illuminated by the reflection of the sun. It was ok, the giant moose and little man just walked through the endless forest as they had always done; never staying in one place for too long. 

This place was their home, they kept the forest as no one else would and no one else could. There was no one else, just the man and the moose, the inhabitants of the forest.


The End

9/21/22

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

2/19/22 The Reward (Part 1)

  The Reward (Part 1) “Thank you for giving me this information,” the policeman says to the man in front of him, “As for the reward you were promised, take this key to 772 West Orchard Street and go in the blue door.” The officer tosses the key over to the man. He loosely catches it. A little confused by his current circumstances he leaves the police station and does as instructed. Following a map on his phone he walks down the dimly lit streets towards the address the cop gave him. He reaches the address and sees the blue door. Looking up at the sign above he reads, “Gambo’s Bakery.” ‘What, is my reward a box of donuts?’ he chuckles.   The man pushes on the door and it is unlocked, even though the shop appears to be closed. A short round man comes out from behind a door and appears behind the counter full of sweets. The man cautiously approaches, “Umm hi, I was sent from the police station to collect a reward. They told me to come here and gave me this key,” he says holding up t
Read more

2/24/22 Dancing

  Dancing As she listened, the music flowed through her veins, it controlled her every move. Her arms gracefully swayed to the rhythm of the beat. Letting the music control her she danced, expressing the feeling that could not be explained. Only through movement could she release the emotions brought to her by the song. In this moment she was not herself but an extension of the song, bringing life to the music. She didn’t care if her dancing would be considered good or bad, she just danced to the beat of her heart. Whichever movement felt right is what she did. She could not explain why she danced the way she did, it just seemed right, a true form of expression, bound only by the physical limitations of her body. Sometimes she stopped to imagine the motions physically impossible for her to do. Although not able to perform them, she knew that they came next in the dance. No one would see her dancing like she did. In her head she danced like a ballerina, graceful and elegant like a
Read more