Moral: Dream Big
children’s story
experimental.

Image by Horia Varlan via Flickr

 

The star clung to the night sky.

 

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strella, the star, whimpered to the moon.

 

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he reached out, touched the moon, and cried again.

 

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he moon, Luna, looked at the tiny star longingly when she had sniveled a sigh.

 

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una reached slowly out to her after she saw Estrella’s tears.

 

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he infant ball of light, ripe with sadness explained what was wrong.

 

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strella stopped crying, lunged forward, and let go of the heavens.

 

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hen, “I’m a shooting star!” she exclaimed.

 

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he luminescent sphere, Estrella, that lit the night,                                                                                                   fell swiftly after the winter blanket had gone.

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he fulfilled her wish to become a shooting star and fell to earth,                                                                     where now she lights the world.

 

 

THE END

By Shaynna Skaggs


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