
A freak collision, they said. The full moon now resembled a half-eaten cake. Something had gouged out its left flank, leaving the celestial giant lopsided and broken.
It didn’t hurt us. A blessing, some argued. When the fallen moon crushed Australia like a custard pie dropped from a plate, the rest of the world got lucky. So they thought.
Wolves hunted. Bats skittered. Vampires bit. The creatures of the night attacked. They were lost, you see. Lost without it. I know, for the moonlight was all that calmed me and now there was none. A werewolf forever, mayhem was mine.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed.
Richard

This is perfect! 🌙💛
Thanks, Shreya. 🙂
Sent a chill through me!
Good job it was short, Annette. 🙂
I did enjoy your story. Thank you, Richard.
Thanks, Michele 🙂
Welcome!
I love the descriptions and imagery in this, and how it sets up a whole story in so few words.
Thank you very much. 🙂
ooh, scary — and the terror and disaster so well-described in a few succinct lines. Nice work!
Thanks Steph. 🙂