Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Moon/Hazel Reid

“Mum Moon ate the dark chocolate!” yelled Ash. Mum panicking, yelled back asking him did Moon actually eat it all. Ash getting more panicked told her that he did and that he’s lying on the floor moaning and that his tummy looks funny. Mum frantically getting out of the bath drips large drops all over the floor making it slippy. “Ash you’ve got to get him outside quickly”. Finding clothes she tries to get them up her tacky legs and thinks ‘yet another terrible start to the day’. “Mum he’s going to be sick” a plaintive Ash calls up to her. On reaching him she grabbed Moon and dragged him outside. He did indeed start throwing up; black vomit. She was glad that she knew he’d eaten the chocolate because it looked like blood.  Stupid dog.

 

Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Alethia Green

He strolled through the night

nothing but the stars to guide him in his current flight

his legs worked much just from memory

As he looked over his shoulder not  at the way things were

but how they could be

 

He was walking away from the soul withering plans made for him

From a  future he refused to claim 

And the woman they had chosen for him

Bland and tasteless 

The Cookie cutter same

 

He fled this darkness that had no light

searched for her 

His love, his light

His breathe quickened 

His vision blurred

 as she stepped into sight

 

He walked away from the money

The birthright

He knew it was only the start

But when he looked at her he understood how the moon ate the dark


Alethia Green blogs at Twistdbutterfly

Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Sacha

The pain radiates from the core

Though my body isn’t hurt.

Every muscle has become sore

Yet my lungs still breathe

In – Out – Fresh air, inert,

The wind has made a wreathe

Of flowers and cool, green, healthy leaves

Around my head

And a garland of thorns bundled into sheaves

That stings my throat

And my heart red.

I know my cheeks are pale

Don’t stare –

Not with those doleful eyes.

I look at the moon, and only she can see me

Blushing behind these cheerless lips

Hungry for love –

Pink and full of kisses

Before the sour poisons of the skies

Made them look so frail.

Far green irises and specks of brown

Are vital and alive behind the masks –

The sombre masks of thoughts

That painted on my face a frown

I cannot brush it off

And away –

Where the moon ate the dark waves of the sea

And left a trail of light for me.


My name is Sacha and I decided to start a blog as a follow-up to my best friend’s advice that I share my thoughts, poetry and art with the world.  I blog at THE COLOUR OF POETRY

Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Hillside, Moon Rising/Imelza

I lie on the hill

Watching the last rays of sun

Slip behind the trees.

Bringing the day to an end,

A breeze stirs the evening air.

 

A white airplane stream

Fans across dim twilight sky,

Lit brightly beneath

By the day’s remaining strength.

Dusk claims rightful ownership

 

As night sweeps over

The windswept hill cools quickly

And the summer day

Is forgotten as warmth flees.

Hard won hope turns grey, as mist

 

Rolls up the hillside,

Leaves dew on the meadow grass.

A moth flies o’erhead.

The midges are out in force

And the stars gleam faint above.

 

Sit up, back damp from

Long grass, twig dug in my spine.

No sight in the dark

To light my way through the woods.

Panic rises, overwhelms.

 

Glimmer in dark as

Unravelled, the ghostly Moon

Ate the Dark and my

Way was lit to guide me home

Before dawn teased the sky.


Imelza is a 30-something woman, taking some time to relearn how to express herself on the page. Secretly feisty, not so secretly feminist. Normally she just lets words flow, but for this challenge, decided to choose a form and stick within rigid boundaries.

She blogs at Imelza Writes

 

Moon Ate the Dark: Writing Prompt Challenge: Xenia Dormer

Eating away at the darkness, a smoky moon rose silently over the forest. Thin clouds slipped across the sky, turning a pale grey tinged with blue as they passed over the silvery light that now hung against the darkness. Only the brightest stars where visible, their delicate light fading away as the moon climbed higher, flickering nimbly.

Beneath a canopy of leaves the forest was much darker. What little light was able to stagger through the branches was thin and unwelcomed. Depthless shadows crept between the trees, sinking away from the silver shards that penetrated this soundless world.

Light feet carried a sleek body through the forest. Swiftly passing through the undergrowth, each step hardly a whisper against the solid night.

A solitary wolf moved through the shadows; yellow eyes penetrating the blackness, rapid breaths rising up in ghostly swirls, trotting purposefully over the hard earth and crumbling leaves.

Some sound or movement caused the wolf to stop in a small opening. The trees here were further apart and the gaps in the branches allowed more light to reach the forest floor. Its dark grey coat was tipped with frost; powerful muscles tense against the cold. A slight rustling sent bright eyes darting across the shadows, hackles raised and ears pricked forward. A tawny owl emerged from the lower branches of the nearest birch tree, swivelling its head to gaze down at the wolf below. The wolf raised its head towards the tree, gazing blankly back. With soft wings the owl took flight, launching off the branch and swooping low over the wolf before rising with a single powerful stroke towards the sky.

The wolf stared after it for a moment before shaking the chill from its coat and continuing its journey through the darkness. Its shape blending back into the forest, becoming just another shadow between the trees.


Xenia Dormer is brand new to WordPress.  Her blog is WorldsBeyond

Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Adil Rahim Hyder

The moon was very fond of eating the dark. It found a perverse pleasure in devouring large chunks of it whole but there was a case to be made for savouring each bite of blackness. Both ways of eating had their own pros and cons and, as it was, the moon felt slightly torn between the two forms of consumption. If it were to suck in a huge amount of shadows, pulling them forcefully away from the larger body of darkness, and stuff them into its crater of a mouth, there was a sudden burst of inky flavour that, though fleeting, gave the moon a few seconds of sensory overload that was a true delight. It would feel a fresh, cool sensation inside its core that was thoroughly refreshing but, alas, lasted only as long as it took for the shadows to be digested. On the other hand, if a smaller part of the body of shadows was carefully pulled away and laid to rest on the white craggy surface of the main crater, the moon could taste a much less sensually robust, but much longer lasting burst of darkness that did not have to be swallowed immediately into the core since it was much smaller and did not occlude the moon’s
major crater. Also, as the shadows slowly decompose inside the crater, they yielded more edge in their flavour since, as every culinarily skilled moon knows, a shadow is most tenebrous at its deepest layers. The moon loved the sudden but brief intoxication brought about by stuffing its crater but it had a certain fondness for the more leisurely escalation of sensory stimulation that was brought about by eating shadows in a more methodical and refined way. It was akin to the difference between plain whiskey and fine wine. Due to its resultant indecision, the moon preferred to alternate in between the two. The uninhibited, earthy cramming of shadows into the crater took only a short time to run its course; about one cycle around the sun. The more elegant, deliberate devouring of darkness took quite a bit longer. The eating of darkness was
the moon’s favourite hobby (of which the moon had admittedly very few of). One day, when the moon had just recently deposited a small amount of shadows into its main crater (the ends of which were still restless after being torn away from the larger collection), a small dirigible came and landed gently onto its surface. This had become a common occurrence of late, though the first time it had happened the moon had thought the ship was a more peculiar kind of shadow and tried to suck it in. It found to its surprise that the tiny thing with its angular sides and blazing red back moved too fast to be sucked in and contained within itself a company of miniscule beings that liked to jump around the moon and tour its surface, which amused it very much.
When that particular airship landed and it’s coterie of tiny beings finally came outside to frolic, they saw the darkness collected in the main crater and walked towards it. The moon had never observed anything mixing with its shadow samples before and was fascinated by the permutations of what was about to happen. If the shadows were lost, it would be very easy for it to replace them as this was a fairly new batch and had not decomposed down enough to be much of a waste of consumable darkness. The humans approached and, immediately, the loose tendrils of shadow that had been ripped apart from the greater assemblage of darkness made a grab for them and pulled them into the small sampling of shadow. It took a moment for it to collect all of the tiny beings in this way as some of them tried to run away on their adorably small lower appendages. However, none could escape and the moon was enraptured. A sun-cycle later when some of the flavour of the sample became ingestible by the core, the moon was left flabbergasted by the richness of the combination of tiny-being and shadow. It was
incredible and an entirely new delicacy. The moon had never before been on such a high. From that point on, whenever the moon saw the top of an airship become visible against the surface of the Earth, it made sure to prepare a sampling of shadow for the tiny beings to be able to see.
And inevitably approach.


Adil Rahim Hyder blogs at eyethebest

Moon Ate The Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Dark Moon/Massai Murai

If I can do my best,
When my dignity has been dragged to the ground,
Then I will go beyond my last breath and there feel freedom.
If I can smile the best of smiles through teeth that hold back a broken heart,
Then I will smile even with my eyes for a heart weakened by you.
If I can hold my head high and show no sign of frailty when my courage is on the line,
Then I, with open palms lay before you all my scars
If I can dare to dream,
When the fear of risking it all ate me away bit…..by bit…,
Then my imagination is limitless,
My hand in yours.


Massai Murai is mysterious and ephemeral

Moon Ate the Dark Writing Prompt Challenge: Penny Wilson

Daylight brushes the shadows aside.  My ebony shield is gone.  The demons once again give birth.  The light of day exposes my wounds.  The world sees.  Eyes strip me naked.   

The Demons move in.  Their assault is brutal.  I cower from a world that my eyes alone are privy to.

A kind soul extends a hand.  He sees the thing that I’ve become.  I turn away and retreat again to the dark caress of the night. 

My body is safe but I’m restless; unable to sleep.  I’ve found respite until the clouds move aside and the moon eats the darkness.  


My blog Penny Lane’s Thoughts is about me and my life experiences, stories I’m working on and maybe even a little poetry. Although my writing may be a bit random, it will give my friends and family a better picture of who I am.

Moon Ate the Dark:Stuck in a Starless Night/Misfit Muse

I am lost in the dark.

Everything was going well for me and then life happened (as it invariably does) and any bright star went out. My dad called me today to talk about where I’m at. He said “You used to have a plan, you wanted to do things. What happened?”. You can come home, he said. But that seems like taking a step back. Although home is my happy place, there is no future and no people for me there.  I send a text to my mother. “I’m lost, I don’t know what to do”. I sit on my balcony and cry, knowing this isn’t the answer to any of my problems. Sometimes you just need to cry.

I don’t know what happened. My world just stopped turning and now I’m here. Trapped in the dark. I still want to do things, I said, I still have aspirations and places to go. But I don’t know how to get there right now. I have always been working, studying, travelling, balancing and everything just worked. When that steady rotation of my world suddenly stopped, everything went crashing down.

I used to hold the moon in my hands. But he is gone now. I never had him to begin with but now he’s really gone. He is the only man I’ve ever loved and he  didn’t love me back. I can’t express how much that hurts; to want to give everything to someone and have it disappear. Does he think of me? Every day is like the one before. I don’t want to get up, I don’t want to go out. He won’t be there when I come back. I can’t go and get roaring drunk on the weekend because I can’t call at 3 in the morning for him to be there. I made him the moon when he were a comet. He helped the darkness disperse. Without my moon there is no gravity pulling the tides in and out. There is nothing to turn my face up to in the night sky.

This is a crossroads. one way leads to nothing. It leads into the darkness with no way out. It would be easy to take that road. There are no obstacles, nothing to stop me from going there. But there is no light. Down the other path is where my dreams are. It’s littered with broken trees and cobwebs and streams to cross and shadows of darkness. But it is lit with the light of 1000 stars.

Right now, nothing is happening, I’m not moving. I am stuck, wandering the dark in circles.


The Misfit Muse writes at Misfit Musings