tasting the moonlight.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
it was said that this town became sinful without the prescence of god in his church, so sinful that for a whole month, the moon never appeared. when the church was rebuilt the start of the next month, there she was in all her opal glory, her craters defined and her shadows proud: her mother, the moon. the same moon that lay its beams upon the walls of the bedroom that she now stood in. sunflower seeds, broken apart and the internal kernel itself gone, litter themselves around the bed, upon the sunny-yellow bedsheets, and among the vanity.

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Submitted: May 12, 2017

Q: WHAT DOES MOONLIGHT TASTE LIKE?  A: Moonlight tastes like pearls; oceanic and pure vanilla-white. Like placing your fingers acr... Read Chapter


Submitted: May 12, 2017

What happens to those who die in the desert? Do they absorb into the sand, gravesite unmarked and forever burning in the sunbeams? Where ... Read Chapter