Luna: The AwesomeWith slug like pace, Luna trudged the snow and walked towhere what seemed like - everyone from the village was huddledtogether.Pulling her fur coat tighter, Luna crunched through thethick snow that had piled up to her knees. Their tribe ofnomads never settled in a place for long, but this timewas different in this harsh, cold and merciless tundra.The air was still and although the sun beat down on theirsturdy huts and the glistening ice, it was still cold."There you are." The elderly lady who was clad in black andwhite looked up. The crowd followed her gaze and smileda greeting."What do you need me for?" Luna asked peering at what everyoneseemed to be gathered around. It was a large hole in theice, the bright blue water reflecting the beautiful lights."I need you to retrieve something." The staff directedstraight into the waters."Hell no." Luna wasted no time answering the elder of the village."Oh yes," With a circle like gesture with her other hand, Luna feltpropell
The Little Shop on the Little HillOnce upon a time, there was a little shop at the top of a little hill. The shop sold many many things, scary things, cute and fluffy things, a bouncy ball, dinosaur eggs, and even things people only dreamed of.What were these things?Well, only the owner truly knew what each of the things really did, but his colorful signs always said that they were magical.Ring-ring!The little silver bell chimed and a small boy entered the little shop on the little hill."Please sir, my name is Roy Wingham and I am known for my curly brown hair. I am looking for a wee notebook."The little boy said, his head just visible over the large oak table.The owner stroked his snow white Goatee and thought deeply."Hmmm,"Said the owner. Pulling his spectacles down his nose, he peered over with brilliant black eyes."You do have a fine brown curly hair, mister wingham.""Hmmmmm."And he thought again."Aha!" He clasped his hands together and smiled broadly that his grin nearly touched his ears!"
She Who WaitsShe who waitsThe girl sat in the field. The moon shone its light on the tall grass,which swung left and right in the cool wind. The wind cast her hair,wild and free. Amidst the sea of waves, her bright eye sought thefield. She didn't dare blink. Like a hawk, she set her sight on thewide field. The gifts she picked for him, they would wilt with eachtick and tock. But she would wait, till they wilt and fall, and springback with new life. He was worth it all.She only hoped he would come in time to see this batch. For his bestloved ones looked its prime.A small smile crept in her lips. She could feel the blush on her cheeks."Ah, how in love I am." She thought with a shy smile. Warmth spread inher chest.Where would he be now? She mused. Would he be on a ship? Would he beon a plane? Or would he be on a bike, filled with blooms each shade ofred? Will he have a smile? Will he have a frown? What will he sayfirst? How will he say it?She closed her eyes and thought of he, who was