When the moon sings, the flowers dance. The trees hum. The rabbits waltz.
When the moon sings, the wind whispers the song to passers by. The mountain smiles. The sky cries tears of contempt.
When the moon sings, you stop, because you can hear him. The moon sings, not for himself, but for the ones he adores.
When the moon sings, sit upon the grass.
And listen.
YOU ARE READING
Snippets
Short StorySome short stories, writing prompts, and story excerpts. Most likely written for fun, for writing club (@JoeyJulian02), or for character voice practice! No regular posting schedule, just whenever I have something I enjoy!
