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My First Short Story

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack. Now Jack wished for many things, but more than anything he wished for a friend. The children laughed at him at school because he could hear the wind blow and heard the whispered words among the tree leaves. No one else wished to be his friend.

One night, Jack sat in the dark listening to the crickets singing together. A cloud rolled away and the moon shined its light on the world below. The moon turned its face towards the lonely young boy and felt pity in its core.

"Little boy," the moon called out to Jack, "why do you seem so lonely?" Jack raised his eyes to the moon. He wasn't the least surprised that the moon had spoken to him. He held a firm belief that if one listened hard enough, they could hear everything and anything speak to them.

"Well dear moon, I have no one to play with or to talk to. The other children laugh at me for hearing the trees whisper and talking to the animals that scuttle by. They do not hear and therefore think that I am mad. Am I mad, dear moon?"

"Only a little, little boy. But listen close." The moon warned and Jack stood on his tiptoes as the moon dipped a little lower to the earth. "Only the best people on earth are. Only those worth knowing have a little bit of insanity in their souls. It is what makes them interesting and different from all the rest. But it can also be a lonely existence if you do not find someone who is a little bit crazy as you are."

Jack sighed sadly. "I would like a friend to share things with. Even if only one."

"I will be your friend, little boy, if you will have me." The moon offered. Jack turned his brown eyes up and clasped his hands to his chest.

"Oh, would you dear moon? Would you be my friend?"

"Of course. For high up here I am lonely too." And so Jack and the moon became friends,

Every night, Jack would open his window and tell the moon all about his day and all the thoughts that occupied his head. He would tell the moon the crazy ideas that he had or the strange things that he heard and saw. And the moon in turn would tell Jack about the stars and all the stories that went along with them. The moon would tell Jack about the things that he saw happen around the world. And Jack became wise and grown ups would wonder at the little boy who knew so much of the world and the troubles that plagued the countries.

But alas, time went on and the little boy that the moon had once known became a man. And that man found a woman who was as crazy as he. And because Jack now had someone else to talk to, he no longer spoke to the moon.

Years went by, and the moon watched as Jack got married and had children. The moon watched as Jack's children grew up and left home. And then the moon saw how Jack's wife died in her garden.

The moon grieved with Jack, for it had grown to love the little family that it watched with loving care. The family it shone it's light on so diligently. But then one night, Jack hobbled his way outside. He groaned as he sat himself down on a bench, every bone aching and creaking like a door hinge. And the moon peered out from behind a cloud and saw its friend once more.

"Hello little boy." The moon called out and Jack raised his head, albeit tiredly.

"Dear moon," Old Jack answered, "I am no longer a little boy. I am now an old man."

"No, little boy." The moon replied. "I am old for I have been since the creation of the world. But you have only been for a short time. You will soon pass to a different life, a better one, where you will see and understand that you are young."

"Oh, dear moon. You have always been there for me." Jack says as his head begins to droop and rest on his chest.

"And I always will be here, little boy. For you and any others who will need me." Jack nodded and closed his eyes and in a few moments he saw the different world and saw the better life. And ran into the arms of his darling wife. But Jack never forgot his friend the moon. And the moon never forgot about him too.



5. April 2022 14:01 0 Bericht Einbetten 0
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Writing

It is hard to start writing. Who knows why. It just is. It is hard to sit down and put those thoughts down on paper. It is almost as though you have to push through. The best advise I can give you, is just sit down and start writing. Let your fingers take a mind of their own. Let them fly across the keyboard. Let them breath life into paper, into ink. Let your words become magic.

The words you right will become something to someone. They will make up voices for your characters in their minds. They will form the faces of your characters into whatever they see. They become a living, breathing world that only they can see. Every person sees it differently. They change it to themselves. To their beliefs, their experiences, their character.

Don't you see it? The words written on paper come to life. Black markings create a world. You become a creator. A maker. Not The Maker or The Creator. But a maker and a creator. You create a portal for others to escape this world to. You are the one crafting the images in their minds and only with black squiggly lines. You are the one changing a life through your words. You might just save someone with your writing. Never hesitate to write. Someone needs to read your heart. Someone needs a glimpse that they are not alone.

That is what good writing does. It changes you. You become a piece of your character. You change someone else. You save them. Rescue them. You give them a new world they can be a part of. We don't need to teleport. We don't need to travel to different times. Because we already do that. Writers have made portals for readers, they have created a multi universe. Always remember, write what you want to read and you will never go wrong!

21. September 2021 12:48 0 Bericht Einbetten 0
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Words

Words are powerful. We hear that all the time. And because we here it so often, I don't think we take it seriously. But think of it. Words, symbols on a page, become a whole world and create picture in your mind. The draw you out of your world and into a new one. A world you can mold into your own. You get to decide what it looks like, feels like, cause those are your own words.

Those same words can paint a different picture in someone else's mind. That makes your world unique. It makes you unique. Your mind makes you different from the rest. But so do your words.

We have seen words tear down people, build them up, convince them, sway them. But we still don't see the impact our words can truly have on the world. "Death and life in the power of our tongue." I don't remember where I heard that, but think on it for a moment.

Our words are so powerful they have the power between life and death. When written on a page, this is obvious. Our words decided who in the story dies and who survives. But in the real world, it can be literal too. Our words can impact anyone and everyone. But stories are an escape for so many from the words that are told to them. Don't let anyone or anything hold you back. Write the story you want to read and you will never go wrong!

12. September 2021 18:03 0 Bericht Einbetten 0
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The short stories that enter your head

I am sure it happens to you too. You are just sitting there, doing almost nothing, and then an idea floods your brain. It changes your mindset and you can't relaxe until you get the idea out. The paper calls to you. It begs you to listen and scratch your story into it. Leave a mark on them. Engrave words to make them come alive. That's what writing does. It gives life to words, it changes you, it makes you who you are supposed to become.

Words call to me. They are my escape. A place that I can control. A world I can create. But I don't create it from nothing. It all comes from an idea from someone who plants it into your brain. Thousands of book ideas pass you everyday. Most people don't notice them. They keep walking and don't realize they just passed the opportunity of their lives. But there are a lucky few who catch a few of those ideas. Their whole world is changed by one idea.

Do you think that your dreams of being a writer are unrealistic? That it will never happen to you? My question to you is- do you stay up at night with ideas flooding through your brain? Do you love writing more than most things? Do your fingers itch to write ever spare moment? Did you know that most people hate writing?

Even to know that you like to do it, shows you have something there. Every spare moment practice. Let nothing be wasted but the paper. When you hit a slump, take a breath and keep writing. It will come back. Let your fingers say what your mind can't seem to tell you what it wants to say. One day we might see your name on a book in a bookstore and smile thinking of how you were once like us. Just a reader who decided she/he wanted to write. Write the story you want to read and you will never go wrong!

26. September 2022 19:54 0 Bericht Einbetten 0
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