Write a 20-Word Story in which the harvest moon plays an important role.
Awake with the Harvest Moon
Curtains aren’t able to hold back this light, but who needs sleep when shadows choose to waltz away with it?
The first time
We kissed for the first time under the harvest moon. I remember you among the fallen leaves I raked today.
Six queens gazed at harvest moons. Catherine, Anne, Jane, Anne, Catherine, Catherine. Each moon waned; only one heir remained.
Nicky on the Roof, Moongazing
Nicky watched moths masquerade as fireflies against the moon. Like his ex-girlfriend, it went away sometimes. Sometimes, it came back.
If You Have to Go
leave after summer, when the moon is full and we're still bright, after we harvest love, before we fade away.
Harvest moon, we played at vampires. Until I noticed the ashen face and the blue lips and her unmoving chest.
good and scary . . .
The moon is a wrecking ball
rolling us flat, prostrate, already lying low under its gargantuan girth
praying for deliverance
Under the Harvest Moon Mr. Tibbs Escapes
Disappearing into the heat of the night, Mom called him—Mr. Tibbs. Returning at dawn, as dogs do, all smiles.
Jump Cut
You held up your hand and moonlight showed us the dripping, its outline streaming swiftly as you would later disappear.
What Happens when Clifford and Euphemia Crump go to Bed at Sunset
Next door’s Billy climbs the fence to retrieve lost footballs and frisbees with the helpful glow of an autumnal equinox.
Guilty
Red moon casts blood on my hands. He’s dead, but I didn't murder him. Still, I thought about it often.
The Sorrow of Broken Strings
The last time the harvest moon rose in the sky like a red balloon, you were alive to see it.
One Harvest moon.
Two countries.
Two lives.
Four eyes locked on the sky.
Two hearts.
Two stories.
One true love.
great structure
Thank you!!!
Strands of hay pursue bundled gold bales across a field as the Harvest Moon announces the return of August prophets.
HOW TO RECOGNIZE DAIRY PRODUCTS FROM QUITE A LONG WAY AWAY
The outer layer? Mmmm. Red Leicester, of course. The American flag up there is actually a cheese fork. Exquisitely aged.
Our lunar sidekick masquerading as a source of guiding luminescence. What celestial switcheroo is next, Phoebus manifesting as toasted Edam?
Awake with the Harvest Moon
Curtains aren’t able to hold back this light, but who needs sleep when shadows choose to waltz away with it?
The first time
We kissed for the first time under the harvest moon. I remember you among the fallen leaves I raked today.
Six queens gazed at harvest moons. Catherine, Anne, Jane, Anne, Catherine, Catherine. Each moon waned; only one heir remained.
Nicky on the Roof, Moongazing
Nicky watched moths masquerade as fireflies against the moon. Like his ex-girlfriend, it went away sometimes. Sometimes, it came back.
If You Have to Go
leave after summer, when the moon is full and we're still bright, after we harvest love, before we fade away.
Harvest moon, we played at vampires. Until I noticed the ashen face and the blue lips and her unmoving chest.
good and scary . . .
The moon is a wrecking ball
rolling us flat, prostrate, already lying low under its gargantuan girth
praying for deliverance
Under the Harvest Moon Mr. Tibbs Escapes
Disappearing into the heat of the night, Mom called him—Mr. Tibbs. Returning at dawn, as dogs do, all smiles.
Jump Cut
You held up your hand and moonlight showed us the dripping, its outline streaming swiftly as you would later disappear.
What Happens when Clifford and Euphemia Crump go to Bed at Sunset
Next door’s Billy climbs the fence to retrieve lost footballs and frisbees with the helpful glow of an autumnal equinox.
Guilty
Red moon casts blood on my hands. He’s dead, but I didn't murder him. Still, I thought about it often.
The Sorrow of Broken Strings
The last time the harvest moon rose in the sky like a red balloon, you were alive to see it.
One Harvest moon.
Two countries.
Two lives.
Four eyes locked on the sky.
Two hearts.
Two stories.
One true love.
great structure
Thank you!!!
Strands of hay pursue bundled gold bales across a field as the Harvest Moon announces the return of August prophets.
HOW TO RECOGNIZE DAIRY PRODUCTS FROM QUITE A LONG WAY AWAY
The outer layer? Mmmm. Red Leicester, of course. The American flag up there is actually a cheese fork. Exquisitely aged.
Our lunar sidekick masquerading as a source of guiding luminescence. What celestial switcheroo is next, Phoebus manifesting as toasted Edam?