For all our Suns, our Moons and our Earths
If you are a sun, the centre of other people’s universes, whether they be children, brothers and sisters, grans, neighbours etc., there are two kinds of sun you can be:
One is a corrosive, scorching, flesh-eating scourge on their lives, burning down on them as powerfully as a revenging demon and forcing them to hide away from your deadly rays in case you inadvertently, or even advertently, burn them to a crisp, or even a packet of crisps.
Two is, quite literally, the light of their lives, spreading warmth, wit and wisdom all around like an eternal source of light and hope, leaving them with a splendid tan, a sense of well-being and no need to waste their money on cancer beds. To take a big step in direction two, you now have just eleven days to get your particular sunbeam of wit and wisdom into the Debut Fiction section of http://writingshortfiction.org
If you are a moon, the light in the darkness of the family and friends who surround you, the man (or woman) in the moon figure they all look up to, there are two kinds of moon you can be:
One is the moon of Dracula and the creatures of the night, werewolves, vampires, people who go on stag and hen nights, twenty four hour supermarket shoppers, looking for a pale, ghostly presence to tacitly bless the ‘orrible things they get up to (karaoke, blood sucking, stocking up on pot noodles).
Two is the wistful light in the night sky, the focus of the dreams and fears of those around you, the spectacle the lonely and the striving pull their bedroom curtains apart for, the inspirational sight in the dark for poets to write about and singers to sing to, albeit vomitingly soppily on occasions. To take a big step in direction two, you now have just eleven days left to loose off your individual and inimitable morsel of light and hope in the dark to the Debut Fiction section of http://writingshortfiction.org
If you are an Earth, the down to earth terra firma of your lovers, dependents or relatives, the ground on which their world sits, there are two kinds of planet you can be:
One is the raddled, polluted old git who breathes noxious gases into the universe, drops off sewage into the atmosphere like a drunk littering a beach and fills all our cities with foul stenches and unpleasant noises (think Top Gear convention).
Two is a bold and beautiful renewed planet looking forward to a brighter tomorrow, with rivers people can swim in without going orange, mountains people can climb without tripping over piles of discarded burger cartons, and air to take deep into the lungs without a cautionary oxygen tank to hand. To take a big step in direction two, you now have just eleven days left to send the fresh air and unpolluted scenery of your fiction to the Debut Fiction section of http://writingshortfiction.org
DON’T LET YOUR TALENT BE ECLIPSED, EITHER PARTIALLY OR TOTALLY!
LET YOUR LIGHT SHINE OUT ON http://writingshortfiction.org !