STORY STARTER
Write a hypothetical story about why the sun and moon change every night and day.
You may wish to take inspiration from cultural or ancient stories, childrens books, or fantasy tales.
Alone Not Lonely
Every morning she comes. A beautiful woman with hair as gold straw, a kind lady too, she brings light into everyone’s life, when she comes around though I tend to hide behind my mother, Earth, like a foolish child. We’re polar opposites, when I first saw her I figured she could never love me. My black jeans, with large holes in the knees-some times when they’re particularly large my mother calls them craters-, and boring grey shirt compared to her fiery red gown is practically peasant wear. My puffy, dusty grey hair, versus her beautiful waist length hair would lose a battle any day. Because of these reasons I tend to hide behind mother until she goes to bed, only then do I come out. Every night I draw pictures in the sky, once I drew an astonishing bear, another time I made a man wearing a rather stylish belt. Someday I wish to show her these. I didn’t think I’d ever get to show her them, never thought she’d want to see them. But one year she came up to me, she asked me about my art and I answered. Now every year, I get to see her. Every year we share two new things about ourselves, sometimes it’s not new, one year I told her that nothing but a century ago a group of nice fellas brought me a pretty flag that I carry in my pocket, and she told me that light years ago she was no brighter than the stars I use in my drawings. But the first time I met her she told me her name, Sun. I call her sunny. I told her my mother had given me the name Moon. She calls me M. Sometimes I see her, when I’m going to rest and she’s waking up. It’s times like those that remind me, maybe I am alone, but I will never be lonely.