Coming Monday, November 30, 2020
The local library is so well known for odd occurrences that Cora never considers how a glowing, vibrating old tome could possibly have consequences beyond making a mess of the shelf. But then strange men arrive and shut down the library. And in the wake of their arrival, nothing about Cora's quiet world is quite the same again. Available as an ebook via most ebook retailers and in print via your local Amazon
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(This was written for a junior high drama class, as noted by the date at the bottom)
Once, thousands of years ago, there was no moon. At night, the people could see only by the dim light of the stars. This wasn't enough light for people to truly see anything by. Many people became upset because they couldn't do things or go out at night. Some were afraid to go out. One night, a young woman named Moona, had a need to go out, but could not see to leave her home. She took animal skins and cut a circle from each thin scraped piece. She sewed these together to form a bag. Inside this bag, she poured oil and put a small chunk from her fire in it. Then she went outside and threw it into the air. The bag flew up and stuck in the sky among the stars. Her moon gave her enough light to travel by, but slowly, as time passed, the fire inside went out. Then, one night, it was gone. Moona could not see to go out any more. So she made a new moon and threw it into the sky. This was repeated once a month or once a moon, as Moona called the time her moon remained lit. Many years later, Moona made her last moon, then she died. Her spirit flew into the sky and even now, she makes each new moon when the old one goes out. Original date: May 15/96 Dear Headmistress,
Thank you for your prompt reply. It was waiting when I returned to the inn. And thank you for your sage words. It means so much to me to be able to confide in someone. I visited a temple of the healing god and learned a little: What affliction this is and why the medic hadn’t recognized it. And also I’m past being cured. However, don’t think all is lost. The records found by the priestess suggests this is something I can learn to control. I may, in time, be able to at least visit my family and friends. For now, I’m headed out to the wildest, most isolated area I can find. I fear learning to control this will not be easy and it’s best if I’m away from populated centres for a while. When I can, I will write again. I hope with good news. Gratefully and sincerely, Antonia To my dear family,
I hope all of you are doing well. If you do write to me, I can’t promise to get your letters often. I will write to you anyway, as opportunity presents itself. Speaking of which, it could be a while before I write again. I’ve been a guest of the healing god’s temple. (Don’t fear for me. I’m as well as can be.) But I think, from here, I will be headed to wilder lands in search of some quiet. And perhaps a chance for a different sort of adventure and to learn a little about the natural world. While I’ve loved our life in the city, there’s a lot I could yet learn. I hope, when next I write to you, I will have a story or two to share. All my love, Nia |
AuthorAlexandra A. 'Lexa' Cheshire is the author of numerous novels and short stories published through Howling Wolf Books. Lexa is a wife, mother, cat owner, and music lover. Archives
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