Solace R. Moon
Hi! I’m trying to authorize a novel currently, but for now, enjoy these short stories!
Solace R. Moon
Hi! I’m trying to authorize a novel currently, but for now, enjoy these short stories!
Hi! I’m trying to authorize a novel currently, but for now, enjoy these short stories!
Hi! I’m trying to authorize a novel currently, but for now, enjoy these short stories!
I feel bad for mourning her loss, guilty almost There’s no reason to be, I have just as much right to be sad as anyone else But when I think of her husband and her 4 year old daughter, who lost more than I ever have, I can’t help but feel like I don’t deserve to mourn, that I should be comforting them and holding up a strong exterior. My older cousin shares posts on her Instagram that reminds her of the loss all the time. I don’t open up like the others, whenever I feel broken, I hold it in again. Some may call this strong, I think I’m just confused. I can’t wrap my head around it. I can’t think of her as dead. We shared a lot of similarities. She got me more than my other family members. She is the only one who understood my love of reading, the one who would take me out for days at the bookstore, and a drink at a drive-thru. I fear that as I grow older, the memories will go. My mother says she can’t clearly remember her voice anymore. What if one day, I too am like that?
An elegant array of colours paint the skies I look up and think of life To one day dance among the clouds That hang up tall, over me now I think of how swell it will be To rid all that burdens me And while one day I will happily dance upon the sunset sky I still love this mortal life of mine
(TW: triggering topics) People don’t understand how hard it is, to be burdened with such a responsibility as me. The bosses say it’s a noble job, stopping overpopulation, but to see the life drain out of a family’s eyes as they hear the pounding words, “I’m sorry for your loss.” To split two people in love, to take the life of a child. It’s like the cruel edge of a sword piercing my heart over and over until there’s nothing left in me. I try to pick bad people, people who don’t deserve life, but behind every bad person is a good person who genuinely cares. Sometimes I feel like a bad person. To kill again, day after day. How am I better than any of the bad people? The ones who take lives from the innocents. Nobody understands, and I hope nobody ever will.
A few years ago, in a land not too far away, there was a school. One that sat upon acres of fields and forests, with a large building in the middle, and many smaller ones circled around it. The large building was where the teenagers would learn, it was the main schoolhouse. The smaller buildings were the gym, cafeteria, and smaller schoolhouses, and dormitories. The dormitories housed the youth that attended RoseGold Academy in New Hampshire. There was nothing special about RoseGold Academy, it was just a fairly remote boarding school in the east. What was special were the students. Elzie Jacobs was a bright young girl, with a vast knowledge of chemical formulas. She spent many hours in her large home in California, holed up in the laboratory her parents had installed for her. Her brother, Oliver was also a very brilliant boy, who specialized in astronomy, or the study of the galaxy. You would often find him out on the roof of their home, gazing up at the stars. Their parents had always been fond of their work, and were sure that they would be successful, so they always catered to all their academic needs. One summer, they got a letter confirming their acceptance to a boarding school in New Hampshire. They had heard very good things about this school, that it turned out some of the most successful and rich people in America; A company CEO’s son, a prince, and many others Elzie and Oliver were overjoyed to be accepted, as were their parents.
“Wow,” I say, staring at the marvellous masterpiece in front of me. “What an abstract, beautiful, colourful, dashing, enchanting, fair, great, happy, intriguing, jolly, keen, luxurious, magnificent, nice, overwhelmingly perfect, quality, really stupendous, tremendous, under-appreciated, very well made, xenas, youthful, zebra.”
I turn away from the red brick house I grew up in, clutching my suitcase in hand. My parents watch me walk off from the porch. Sure, I love them both, I love my childhood home, and I’ll miss it all, but that’s not what I’m going to hate leaving the most. Rocky stood on the porch beside my parents, wagging his tail obliviously as he watches me walk off. He probably thinks I’m going to the store. I grew up with Rocky, we’ve had him since I was twelve years old. Now I’m seventeen, almost eighteen, and going off to college. Leaving for a month. I reassure my parents I’ll be back home soon, I’ll come visit in a little while, once I’m settled in on campus. My mom looks at me then up at my dad, this is the first and only time they’ll ever have to wave their child goodbye, as they pack up their things and leave to college. I’m an only child, which I think makes this harder on them. My dad looks down at Rocky, and gives him a pet on the head. Rocky doesn’t understand that I can’t see him in a long time. Rocky doesn’t understand that I can’t be hanging out with him everyday. He doesn’t understand that I’m not going to be back for a while, or that I’ll miss him everyday, but in his heart, I know he’ll miss me too. I load up the car and put the key in the ignition, stifling tears. I should have gone to college in state. I take a deep breath and start the car. The engine mocks me as it starts up, this is supposed to be an exciting journey in my life, but now I’m just feeling sick in my stomach. I pull out of the driveway and on to the open road, my house becomes a blur in the distance. I wipe off a tear and look ahead. That’s all it will be now, looking ahead, to the future. I’ll always miss my past, but it’s time to start a new chapter of my life. And, it’s only one month until I come home. Then I’ll stay for the weekend and have to go back again. But I’ll be back soon. September will go by in a flash.
Karie Linden was a huge fan music, so much of a fan that she had posters of her favourite band, The Cloudy Day, all over her room. The lead singer, Jaxon Grey, had been her celebrity crush for ages. She always dreamed of the perfect meet-cute where she would be at a concert, and he would pick her, and only her, to come up on stage with him. She knew this would never happen though, her dream was a long shot. She was just walking into a coffee shop to do her homework one afternoon, when she saw him. A tall blonde boy, in a grey sweater, his hair all messy. He was sitting in a booth with a coffee in front of him. Karie recognized him immediately, Jaxon Grey! Her teen superstar crush was in a booth drinking coffee in her town. She approached him and really quietly said, “Hi, are you Jaxon Grey?” He turned to her, his frown turned to a slight smile. In a gravely voice he said, “yeah, that’s me. What’s up?” She took a deep breath in. She had one chance, she couldn’t embarrass herself. “Well- I’m just a really- a big- a fan.” “Oh,” he said, still with a smile. “You want to sit down?” “Sure,” she said, sitting down. A waiter came by, she ordered a coffee. Her heart was doing somersaults, she was masking her excitement well, though. The rest of the conversation went smoothly, until the waiter brought her coffee. She took on sip. “Oh,” she said quietly. “There’s no sugar in this.” Immediately, Jaxon got up. He started cursing out the waitress, asking for her manager, demanding she was fired. Karie sat in the booth, nervously twiddling her thumbs. He sat back down, and in a calm voice he said, “sorry ‘bout that.” A little while later they both went home, but on the next date, all he would talk about was himself and tv show fan theories. Karie realized this amazing boy she had dreamed of dating, was a nightmare in a hoodie. She had to break it up, but how? She was too scared of what might happen. She’d seen how he treated that waitress. So, she did what any sensible adult would do, Quickly say, “we’re breaking up.” And bolt out of the door, never to see Jaxon again.
Drew and Taylor never needed words to communicate what they felt, which was good because they didn’t speak the same language.
This story follows the romance of Drew Lindsay, a twenty-two year old archaeology student from England, and Taylor Laurenne, a twenty-one year old artist from France. Drew never spoke a word of French, but still went on a two week vacation in France, and met Taylor. Drew was whisked away by Taylor’s features, Taylor’s eyes shined brighter than the sun, Taylor felt the same about Drew.
Even though they were from different countries and couldn’t even express to each other how much they loved one another, they showed it in different ways. Every day, Taylor would cook lunch for Drew, Drew would show Taylor songs on the ukulele. On Drew’s last night in France, they laid under the stars, They both sat with their backs to a really thick oak tree behind them, on a hill. Drew stroked Taylor’s arm, and though they couldn’t tell each other how much they’d miss each other, they both knew in their hearts that it would be a long time before they healed from this. Drew pulled out a phone, went to the contacts app and pointed to it, as to gesture Taylor to put contact information there. Taylor took the phone and typed in a number, then put it away. They stared into each other’s eyes. They kissed on that hill in Paris. The next day Drew would have to leave and Taylor would be distraught. It was too long before they had both realized that Drew’s phone was still on that hill, they had forgotten it there.
Sure, the couple never saw each other again, but maybe those two weeks were enough to last a lifetime.