Hey everyone, this is just a new story I thought up today in my English class when we had nothing to do after a test. Please, please, please tell me what you think. Because I think this is going to get out of hand and just be weird. I will surely try to make this a longer story and not just abandon it after two or three chapters. Thanks for reading, have a good day/night.
Why does the faint glow of the sun hang in the sky after its set? Well, it just hasn't gone away. The day just keeps following you even though it's night. Days that we wish were gone keep lingering in our minds.
Doesn't everyone wish that glow would just fade sometimes? So we can start over on a blank slate and hope for a better one tomorrow? I know I want that. Because this one everlasting day has me drowning in the five thousand tears I've cried. You may ask; why have I cried? I don't cry for myself anymore. I cry for everyone else's problems, losses and discrepancies. For all those people who never got a second chance. And for those who died without love, without knowing trust.
That faint glow from our star keeps shining bright, why? Because it doesn't want us to be left alone and in the dark, truly, we are never left in the dark because of the other luminescent bodies in the everlasting sky. When the sun goes down and that faint glow has disappeared, the sun is replaced by our moon of many names my favorite name for the beautiful little satellite is Selene. Which I believe came from the Roman goddess of the moon, counterpart of Artemis from Greek mythology. If our Selene isn't there, then what is? The stars are still there if our star and Selene aren't. And an example of those two not being there, or fully bright are eclipses. The stars are still shining bright, always. Stars like; Polaris, Rigel, Vega, and Acrux. The star Polaris as you should know is our guiding light, the North Star and also in the constellation of Ursa Minor, the little bear. Rigel is less commonly known this star is in the constellation Orion. Vega is in the constellation Lyra and Acrux, as you may have guessed, is in the constellation of Crux, or the cross.
And I'm sure you know, when we see the stars at night, their glow is just an afterglow. Our stars have already died. All we see is leftover light from a thousand or more years ago just wonder how brilliant that could be. How long ago that star blew up. But… why don't we celebrate stars birthdays or the days they died? We might never know. I wish I was a star sometimes. Because then I might be appreciated. Being seen every night and lighting up the sky for children to play under, or for someone to have a romantic date under with a loved one. I'd also be able to see the world changing, if I were a star.
If I really was a star; how would people react? If I didn't tell them I was a star, how would they treat me? If I did tell them, would they treat me differently?
Well, we should find out, shouldn't we?