Luna’s name was curiously as related to moon as her uncanny life events were.

First was the birth of the girl. The New Moon. As soon as she came out of the womb, the nurses around her immeaditely noticed her eyes. They were unlike any other eyes seen before. They were silver and speckled with little dots almost looking like crators.

The Waxing Cresent was the next. Instead of growing like a nor...

Phoebe looked up into the night sky to see if there was anything there to hold on to, but so far - nothing. She squinted her eyes to get a better look. Not even the moon was out tonight. That was one of the worse things about having moved to the city. Not a star in the sky. Nothing to guide her path . . . to help her figure out what to do.** **For the first time since leaving her hometown, she fel...

**Day 1: New Moon, New Adventure.**

Dear Diary,

Today is the day I fly to Homer, Alaska to stay with Grandpa Hammond. Do I want to do that? No, but I have no choice, I have no other family to stay with, because as you know diary, I have one else to stay with. I have no cousins, no aunts of uncles, just me and Mom, living the dream, well I wish we actually don’t interact. She is too busy with work...

It takes the moon approximately 29.5 days to move through its phases; Darkness taking over a part of you that was once bright, soon to shine again.

New Moon

God is gone. What a lonely and terrifying world. An ocean so unforgiving, destroying and stealing people way to early, Nights taking over, full of danger and loud thoughts. People leave, their unsmiling faces determined to ignore the painful...

am not always whole.

Some nights, I vanish behind my own silence—

a sliver, a whisper,

curved like the closing eye of sorrow.

The world still looks up.

Even when I offer only a shard of myself,

someone calls it beautiful.

Waxing, I gather.

Pulling light from dark like thread through fabric,

slowly sewing myself into something

resembling fullness again.

At my height, I am silver certainty,

a mir...

Out in the meadow surrounded by forests, the moon is our calendar. It’s a crescent tonight, marking the beginning of a new month. I don’t do much work at night, although my fear of all the creatures that live with us here, has faded. I can’t see them at this hour but I can hear them. The white noise of the unknown. Today I subvert my longstanding routine and stay up, peering at the sky. First, bec...

“How’d you take your coffee?” Evan spits out, last night's shift wearing heavily on his face.

A full moon approaches in the night sky, I take the time to appreciate it.

“Coffee and two. You gonna be alright for today? This won’t be in and out, I think this could stretch the full forty-eight.”

“How many times Mel I’m fine, you can tell that to the shrink too. We’re all cops, we all see shit.”

...

**1. Full Moon**

Lainey dreamt of a woman who smiled without lips.

It looked as though something had sunk its teeth into this woman’s lips and ripped them off, taking chunks of muscle with it. the bottom of her skull was half visible, amid the detritus still clinging to bone.

When she smiled, her skull began to crack as the teeth were slowly forced into a mocking reflection of a grin. The co...

A man lives deep in the forests of Monai.

What shape or soul he takes differs in tale, often leaving many to believe what they had seen was not real. He was a myth, a story told around hearths to warn children to never stray into the forest after the sun fades. He is a phantom, a ghost, within the night.

But every myth starts in truth, and the truth is there is a road within Monai, where footpri...

Old Maeg kept a jar of moonlight on her shelf.

"Don’t touch it," she warned. "Full moon’s truth will skin you clean."

Old Maeg kept a jar of moonlight on her shelf.

"Don’t touch it," she warned. "Full moon’s truth will skin you clean."

I touched it anyway.

She caught me, of course. Said if I was so curious, I might as well learn to steal it properly.

We began on a Waxing Crescent. Hopeful an...

I watch as the candle flickers in my parent’s bedroom, casting funny looking shapes on the wall. Is that… an eye?

I turn to the window. From here it looks like the moon is resting on our apple tree, smiling at me. In that crescent shape—

“Focus, Mindy!” I chide myself. At this rate, I’ll be an adult before I ever start my training.

You see, I turned thirteen yesterday. The age where young ladie...

Eyes awakening to the truth of her dream,

Anessa rose to see she was still on the couch. A seizing in her stomach. She fell asleep with the radio on again. Her heart was pattering. The soft echo of music made the night feel unbound by time. She felt as though she hardly slept an hour. Head aching, she contemplated the days ahead, wondering if she would see him again. She didn’t even know his name,...

the heart is just like the moon.

constantly and consistently changing

and going through phases or cycles.

before it can return to full.

- it always returns to full....

She is not always whole—

there are nights she disappears

behind veils of silence,

gathering herself in shadows.

At first, just a sliver of thought,

a shy smile after heartbreak.

She waxes slow—

fingertips brushing the world again,

learning the shape of light.

In fullness, she stands—

bold as truth in a mirror,

a beacon for lost sailors,

the mother of tides and longing.

But even glory must softe...

Goodbye...

Always a hard phrase for some,

But most have heard.

Goodbye…

Doesn't always mean see you later,

Sometimes it means forever.

Forever...

Forever is a length of time,

No human can understand.

Forever...

The phases of the moon shall continue forever,

Unlike us.

Us...

We were good, now

We mast say goodbye

What part?...

What part of my goodbye,

Didn't mean forever?...

It was dark around. Consuming, suffocating darkness surrounded us. Lantern lights were far too away to reach this lake deep in the forest. Even the moon refused to shed light on our desperate souls. New moon night. However, there was something in not being able to see the place, to see him. Because his eyes that I knew painfully well did not follow me anywhere I went. They just could not. Finally ...

new moon

you were a secret,

soft as breath before words.

we met in shadows,

not yet knowing the names for what stirred.

waxing crescent

you smiled like possibility,

and i mirrored it back,

we were becoming,

little by little- light filling in the cracks.

first quarter

half-lit hearts,

testing balance,

you held my hand like a question,

i answered by staying.

waxing gibbous

we grew bright with ...

She guides me, enticing me with her roaring glow. Full and content, no stains of darkness, only a gleaming circle bathed in light. Releasing the oars from my blistering grasp, I reach for the projected rays gently caressing the calm waters.

I am seen.

My skin illuminates, revealing the subtle, stretched lines that scar my fingers, revealing the gritty soil that lingers underneath my nails, rev...

I sat beneath the clouds in the sky. Gazing upon me floated the New Moon that seemed almost restless. The grass beneath me felt newly cut and the air I breathed had a hint of familiar fumes to it. The fumes that had filled my lungs when I used to be…in love. I could still be in love, maybe. This New Moon, new house, and new memories to be made is my open ticket to a new start.

I stood i...

_Prague, 1949._

_If you reside anywhere near Prague, you probably heard about the Moon Killer. His case was known to have resurfaced the theory of Lunar effect, a theorised phenomenon of correlation between the lunar cycle and physiological changes in humans, some version leaning towards violent tendencies. This hypothesis has been widely disproved in the psychiatric community, since there is lit...

**New moon**

Midnight. I’m blown awake by a bird screeching outside. I scramble out of bed, draw back the curtains, fling open the window and launch my head out to search for the culprit. But the moon refuses to expose my assailant and the black night forces me to end my search after 0.1 seconds.

**Waxing crescent**

Three nights later, midnight. I'm asleep with my back to the window. The bird scr...

O Lord, let me be a full moon. Let me reflect your light as fully as I am able.

I know that I started out as a new moon. No reflection at all. Just darkness. Full of myself. No light at all. And what light could I ever have? My ego said that there was light in me. Plenty of it. But even as I bragged, I realized that I had no light. I was the new moon. Dark. Cold. Empty.

When you fou...

_Sickly I sit _

_On the prose pole _

_2 clicks left _

_Yellow moon_

_Rose gold_**_

_**_Quickly I shift_

_Cold tounge _

_Apprehensive _

_Exchanging lives_

_Love letters_

_Through electric fences _

_A waxing crescent _

_Dripping candle_

_First quarter of may _

_A landris candid_

_Completion dismay _

_Completely dismissed_

_On the the corner of this letter_

_That may spell out the shift_

_Compl...

I can’t bear to look upwards tonight.

If I cannot see it, it cannot exist. My view, narrowed as a telescope, doesn’t point to the stars, rather, it fixates besides my feet. And there it will stay, cast in my own shadow, blocked from the moonlight on my back.

If I happen to expand my telescope and let it veer off course, I’ll still be presented with the same taunting, heavy, blinding omen that f...

**New Moon**

I was invisible

A shadow with a name.

They never saw me,

But still I flickered in their stories.

**Waxing Crescent **

A sliver of becoming

Cut through the dark.

The first time someone saw me

Was the first time I believed I could exist.

**First Quarter **

I stood halfway between

Who i was and who i might be.

Still uncertain,

But no longer silent.

**Waxing Gibbous**

Growth was not...

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was all I heard throughout the night. It was all I could think about during the day, or what I thought could be the day. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. When I first woke up, all I could see was darkness. I truly thought I’d gone blind. Stumbling around, I bumped into unfamiliar objects. I walked through my apartment in the dark before, but there had never been a doo...

Time went on, night befalling day and day succumbing to night, a dark shedding of truths blanketed before the moonlit sky. Through the splintering wood of a tattered shed, the moon's tears glimmered in the breath of the night. To the girl, lying upon the creaking floorboards of the sheds' crusted interior, the light was the catalyst of hope. Slithering in slits through the cracks, holes, in the pu...

New Moon

The moon has seen all that we hide—

hearts held close and hopes denied.

It rose above the daisy's bloom,

and watched love thrive, then fall to gloom.

It watched lips meet in quiet grace,

then part like strangers in new space.

It lit the backs of those who lied,

and barefoot children who just cried.

Not from joy or summer's song,

but fear that chased their steps too long.

The daisies swa...

On the evening she departed,

even the moon folded inward—

not dead,

but fixed against its own skin like bone.

We called it a quiet sky.

But it wasn’t to that extent.

The stars held themselves still.

The light relearned itself.

There wasn’t a collapse.

There wasn’t a fire.

The house simply lost track

of how to echo in response.

Her mug sat full.

Her shoes remembered their shape.

The clock ticked...

I never feel as empty as the times the night sky is empty. The darkness swallows me whole and brings me to its void. It is empty here but not lonely. The voice in the darkness isn’t heard with words, yet I understand everything not spoken. I want to stay, live in this, thrive in my madness, in this mindless void. I want to disappear into this empty pool of gravity. To finally be at peace. But the ...

In the desert, there is no shelter. The sliver of moon says hello, just beginning to grow in the night. If one walks through the endless mounds of sand for long enough, the grains of weather-worn rock begin to beckon. Urging you ever on. That little sliver of moon becomes your one and only friend, a lifeline to wander towards, even if you know you will never reach it.

You do not know how long yo...

On my lowest days, I lose my power

My sense of self turns rotten as it begins to sour

My feet drag in the soil from which they grew

As I wander aimlessly, unsure of what to do

And before I know it, the sun has left her post

The moon has swept in as gently as a ghost

And I'm reminded of her power, despite her smallest phase

I'm reminded of her strength, even on her lowest days

When she's full and...

Waxing Crescent-

The day the moon is just a sliver in the night sky is when I first see her. My moon maiden. She is a small shadow of the most beautiful woman.

First Quarter-

Once the moon begins to grow, half full, I can hear her whispers. The softest voice of the sheer woman from afar.

Waxing Gibbous-

She has drawn more near to me as the moon continues to grow. Her beauty is exemplified in ...

Everyone starts as a full moon,

Happy and livley,

They are the beauty in the sky,

The moon is there world,

As they are its sky,

Everyone decreases to the waxing gibbous,

Still beautiful,

Still positive,

Still happy,

Occasionally getting a feeling they don’t understand,

The moon always knows,

It’s so supportive,

Everyone gets to the first quarter,

There eyes slowly open to the world arou...

New Moon:

I'm invisible. Tucked away within the secluded home of my mother's womb. Untainted by society, untouched by the wrongs of the world outside. I'm whole, yet not whole. Unfinished in form, but within me, something stirs. A yearning.

I long to see her face—

She who sustains me.

She who cares for me.

She who sings me melodies of love.

I know I am not ready,

But still,

I want to leave.

The...

“It’s been waxing for weeks now,” Meredith whispered eerily to her little brother Austin. “Friday evening should be the full moon and then the ritual begins.”

The moon had indeed been progressing in size and brightness over the last fortnight as the small village of Wildwood prepared for the next yearling festival which would take place on the full moon. Austin appeared trepidatious, shaking visi...

For now let’s stay in the moonlight

It lights you up like nothing else

I know someday you’ll be gone

I’ll be alone

But for now let’s stay in the moonlight

Together

I’ll miss you

but when we meet again

At the crescent moon

We will be

different but the same

Someday...

**Phase I — First Quarter**

The camera in the west corridor glitched again.

Lena scrubbed backwards on the feed, glancing at the timestamp: **03:37 a.m.** A figure walked past—just a brief silhouette in the grainy static, but wrong somehow. It had the height of a human, the pace of a human.

But no face, just blur.

She checked the crew log. Everyone had been accounted for at the time. Sleeping....

In the small seacoast village of Marisport, where salt-scented air was as much a part of living as was the humidity, Luna was raised with her grandmother in a small waterfront cottage. Luna was well-known everywhere and everywhere else for her intense dreams and inexplicable love of the ocean, a union as enigmatic to her as it was comforting. Her grandmother, a wise woman whose eyes were as profou...

I light the dark,

alluding to dawn's break.

Softening the fear, the trepidation,

of one’s yearning desperation.

I light the dark,

a soft glow in crescent folds,

waxing across winter's colds.

Torch in the depths one holds.

First quarter tells time.

A passing of days, I’m the mime.

Mimicking their shadows, their being,

illuminating their fleeing.

Running crisp, the breeze whistles,

whistles ...

Hey moon, wake up! Dance with me the way the sun could never.Im told Im Queen of the Moon! I orbit with earth every 27 days!

But, Something is wrong today? Why can’t I see, the elegant beauty among the stars? Are they drifting away?

Im the companion of no one, except with the stars, I remain .Through all of eternity.

Have seen much through my existence

Time passages with change.Have seen many t...

My eyes dont look up often

I think maybe

The darkness of the sky

Day and night reminds me of what I cannot reach

The branches that grow just tall enough to trap

But never close enough to intertwine to become me

I gaze upward as if my neck craning towards the endless space

Yearns to escape

It does of course

But maybe not from our very world

Myabe just the body I call my own

The moon is full now...

The night was dark and still, while Clara stood at the edge of the dark, unmoving trees of the forest. The darkness under the new moon filled the air with silent anticipation. Nothing could be seen, yet something in the trees were beginning to stir.

A shy sliver of light sliced through the darkness as the Waxing Crescent emerges from the dark night sky. Small hopes start to flicker in C...

Every thirty days, the girl intakes new air, new breath, the soft beacon of a new start. Where she lay, the first betwixt the last phase, beneath the darkening cloak of night, devoid of the moon's breath of light.

Her eyes were dark as nature's depths, six feet under her soil, she kept. Deep, deep, her heart ached and cracked. A splinter, a needle, a thread, and a pact.

Glass shimmering, new a...

**Celestial Contest: A Lunar Journey**

In the heart of a remote valley, where ancient forests whispered secrets of ages past and the skies stretched wide in eternal invitation, a remarkable competition was held once every decade. It was called the Celestial Contest—a challenge not of brute strength or cunning, but one of inner discovery and resilience, guided by the ever-changing face of the moo...

It was night when Jane saw the text. Cold and rainy, she remembers not being able to see the moon, just stars.

“It’s a new moon,” said Ford from the bathroom.

He left his phone on the bed. When she heard the shower start, she couldn’t help but look at it. She picked it up, remembering his code from the countless times she had seen him enter it. The first thing she checked was his socials. She saw ...

Wherever I slept, the moon followed. I didn’t realize it until later—how loyal it was. How it showed up through every window I pressed my face against, watching cities blur and languages shift.

I grew up in motion. Childhood folded into cardboard boxes so often I stopped unpacking all the way. Every time I started to belong, we left. Every time I let a place hold me, it slipped through my fingers ...

“Careful of vampires!” Jade calls as I’m halfway out the door.

_Just one more step. C’mon. You can do it._

My body turns back into the apartment anyway. _Curses._

I can’t help it and she knows it.

“There are no such thing as vampires,” I grit out to the beaming psycho.

It was endearing at first, the random roommate I was assigned being so into the supernatural. Less so after months of made u...

“They mapped the sky with twelve signs, forgetting the one made of silence, wildness, and everything in between. But the stars never forget.”

They said there were twelve.

Twelve signs carved in the firmament. Twelve stories the stars told over and over in their fixed rhythm. But Lyra had always sensed the missing one. The unspoken chapter. The thirteenth note in a song no one else seemed to hea...

The first sliver of the new moon hung in the twilight sky, a barely-there smile above the jagged silhouette of the mountains. This was the dark moon, the hushed pause before creation, and for Elara, it felt like a fresh page, a silent promise of what lay ahead. A new cycle was beginning, both in the vast canvas of the sky and within her own quiet heart. She traced the delicate curve of the moon w...

Under the full moon we are strong and dance with joy. The moon joins in our revelries. But as the moon wans so do we. The new moon is a time of mourning, and a child is born as the moon grows again.

The child is of light and darkness. A beautiful marriage of night and day. Her hair of night and fair skin of day. She shines with a gentle grace through the forest. She was our beloved Queen.

But ...

A month. That’s all I’ve got to get the job done. One measly month. It usually takes months of planning. I was brought out of my own thoughts by the client’s voice.

“New moon to new moon.” He smirked.

I had to laugh.

“What’s so funny, Slick?”

“Huh?” I rubbed the back of my neck absent-mindedly. “Oh nothing.” I looked into the client’s eyes. “Just thinking about werewolves. You know. ...

The new moon hung in the cloudless sky, almost intangible against that grey canvas that stretched out beneath it. Soon the horsemen would charge upon the earth and salt the ground as they went, and with the stamp of those hooves, signal the final turning of the moon.

Mothers held their children’s heads to turn their eyes from the doom above, and soon averted their own gaze to spare themselves the...

The cycle repeats. It keeps me clutched in a hold so tight, not even breath escapes.

I can not begin to describe the feeling of shedding. To explain it as if a jacket is being shucked from your shoulders would be too plain.

No, this is like a feeling of fresh air. For just a brief moment, the cycle releases her grip. Only for a moment.

I can smell, taste, touch, and see myself in my image. No ot...

While walking through the corridors of the Ark, one of the few remaining ships that carries human civilization. Lux finds herself staring at the moon. Being at the edge of the ship, there's a long stretch of floor to ceiling windows, which is exactly why she takes it to get to work every morning. The detour adds 8 minutes to her journey, but Lux never changes her routine. The lack of efficiency se...

I met her on a new moon. Fitting, I guess. Everything was dark and kind of quiet back then. I’d just dropped out of uni and moved back home, convinced I had some big, undefined purpose, but mostly I just scrolled too much and stayed up too late.

She showed up at this backyard thing my friend Mason dragged me to. I remember the way she laughed. Like she wasn’t trying to make it sound pretty.

We s...

She was present. Just enough. They couldn’t question where she was.

Maybe she was a **quarter** of what she used to be. But that was a normal, common, dream. We all had our parts we’d really rather not see. What fault was it of hers that she could hide hers so perfectly?

But mostly, no one noticed, or they’d make note just for themselves.

“Luna, wow, you’re looking great!”

“What’s your routine...

It wasn’t planned

A flash of red

The shock of blue

Became beloved by smokey quartz brown hues

Cultural crossing deep in our veins

The new moon came quite suddenly

We felt our way through the dark and found each other

Wandering

Healing needed

And became the catalyst for the change

When the first sliver of light came

The fear overcame for a moment

A fleeting second of distraction

Yet the more the mo...

At night, they played the renowned shadow show. It started with an artist who swayed their feet on a solid, creaky stage, hopping to a silvery coin called life.

Full of water streaks.

Our connection was based on the artist who got to decide the melody of our relationship. The artist cried when the moons were not aligned with one’s fortune. The bird’s caw was a sign of someone being stoned.

B...

An uneven and gloomy current of sorrowful faces flowed away from his resting place, treading slowly - as if they might accidentally step on the husk of the man underneath with their intentionally polished, closed-toe shoes.

She remained standing and unmoving, hoping her stillness could persuade today's occurrences to linger in the future. The courage to lift her heavy feet off the ground cam...

In life, we are usually born with 3 curses- or blessings maybe.

The First Curse: Reflection

We begin in darkness, and just like a mirror held out to the world we can only reflect what is given to us. The light comes from elsewhere, the sun, the stars, the people you interact with. Leaving us haunted by echoes or memories of what we did or what we experienced. We can't portray our meaning, it's...

The human relationship with the moon is a curious one. The moon, a celestial satellite that reflects a lot of light, is the key element in illuminating dark, gloomy and tortuous nights. That is, if she is in her full phase. 

It is amazing how human beings are never satisfied with the moon.

She almost never attracts enough attention. 

She almost never shines enough. 

She is almost never enough.

We ...