Full Moon Creative Writing

I waited till exactly 12:00 to get out of my car at St. John's. Shaking, I walked to the entrance. The huge double-doors welcomed me to the church. I had to rethink my decision if I was really going to go in there. I didn’t know who was in there or what they wanted. Still shaking, I slowly and steadily tipped toed inside. I popped off the ground like a cat when the double-doors slammed together making a violent ruckus. The only light that shined in the church was at the end of the long walkway. It was a note that

The Pastor, explain to me you are now removing the old nature replacing it with the new nature in Christ. It was a very excited moment everyone that was present began to shout in loud voices with praises unto God. I was so excited as well and perhaps did not understand or completely aware of all that was happen. I did not have a mask on my face, but I had a scarf on my head, a handkerchief over my face as I was lower into the pool. Afterward we were instructed to attend spiritual discipline class I tried to attend as best I could but did end up not completing the process of the class, therefore the nutriment that I was to receive I didn?t receive it.

A jagged diamond of bright white light, fuzzy like he was looking through an unfocused camera, appeared directly above him. At the same time the pain awoke, a searing fire in his lower back and legs, and then he noticed the cold. He didn’t want to move in case he’d broken something when he fell, assuming he could move, and assuming he did fall, so he just laid there, blinking up at the jagged white diamond.

The pain was gone. I couldn’t feel the warm goo running down my face. I was...glad...that the pain was gone. But now there was a new pain. My mind felt like it was being pulled from somewhere in different directions. “Are you alright?” Suddenly there’s a voice. The pain dulled when she spoke. Her voice was like an angel, (Yes, I know that sounds cliche) but it’s true. Her voice was as soft as a cloud’s depiction, as sweet as a butterscotch candy. She sounded like she was as graceful as a dragon in a story. No matter what she did it was a beautiful flow of movement transformed into an art. Like something you’d never want to look away from. “Don’t be shy, You’re safe now. Come, follow my voice and you shall see the grace of the clouds and the eternal light from the sun and stars above. You can see all of the beauty in the world as if you were there. Come, follow my voice, and the wonders of the world are yours to experience. “Wi-Will I see you?” I ask her. There was silence. A long pause. “If that is your wish.”, she finally said. I moved. I actually felt like I was moving, like I was walking. I started to run. The pain from my mind was dissipating. I was almost there, I could see a silhouette in the whiteness. I felt clear, at peace. It felt nice. I found the source of the voice. She was incomprehensibly beautiful. She looked down at me, her eyes were full of kindness. She smiled lovingly at me, like she knew me. I paused. “A-Are you my

Of course I was the only teacher that was in the building at this time. “Who else would be here on a Friday afternoon?” I thought to myself. Upon entering the room there was an eerie sense that ran through my skin. It felt as though I was not alone in the room, so I toured the entire classroom looking for clues. When I approached my co-worker’s desk, I noticed a package lying beside it. Far from a normal package, this was some type of metal box with rounded edges and a circular bulge protruding from the center on all six sides.“Maybe this fell off of the desk, I guess that concludes what the noise come from.” Something seemed off to me about this particular package though, almost like it was out of place. I misjudged the weight of this box as I picked it up, as it was a rather large box. However, the object inside the box was as light as a feather. “Now, how do I plan to open this box,” I said aloud, knowing but still unsure that someone was not in the room alongside me. The box suddenly opened as I was feeling around on it, and the metal seemed to fold out into one flat sheet. On this sheet was a pencil, not an average pencil as a mind would imagine, but a pencil. It was white, with blue lines seemingly flowing through it changing patterns every so often. I noticed a sheet of paper under this pencil, and what was written on it was astonishing to me. “What seems to be unreal to you is clear to me. Your mind is frantic, As anyone’s mind should be. Go ahead, pick it up. It will lead you to generations far ahead of your present day. But you must figure out how it works, or the secret this item contains will be concealed for eternity.” Those words played in my mind over and over until finally I decided it was time to leave. Only now the metal sheet the pencil and note were on had disappeared. Allowing little time for thinking, I grabbed my things from my

He remembered the foolishness that consumed him until the final moments of his quest. Zheyk had not seen his any of his kind for many years - his quest was to find the one crystal with which he would bond with. His journey led him across the entire continent, searching every mountain, forest and ocean. Zheyk's fear of dying alone in disgrace filled his thoughts. After finding crystal after crystal that did not resonate with him, Zheyk felt isolated, and ready to give up. With the last reserves of his remaining strength, he reached out with his pincers and finally found the one crystal that would bind to him for the rest of his life. He anxiously unveiled it, and relief settled in his mind. The crystal was covered with sophisticated markings, and language from a different world.

across the room upstairs. Through the cracks in the floorboards I saw a large shadow with a

“Stop,” said Cyrus as he woke up sweat dripping from his back, his face wet though it was the tears of pain that were shed on his face.

She brought out a Blue ruby charm. she held in her hands and began to so some word in a different language. the Chrystal began to glow a bright white light. then whoso Avanah opened her eyes and was in a great hall lined with various statues. There was a thick velvet carpet on the floor and marble under the carpet. She was home  she walked into the living room where her father stood waiting. He said i forbid you from going to the human world ever again She looked up and began cry she ran and fell into her fathers arms. She said that she had to take the money she gave it to a poor family on the corner she explained. He had sympathy but was still stern. He said what if they had taken you and found you power. Dad i was scared it i just had to

There I stood, in the center of the city. The streets were strewn with burning mounds of trash and corpses and an

My chest was beating hard, and a huge burden has lifted off my chest. It was great to have this feeling again after a long time. Piper and I entered the cave; it was dim and filled with torches. I could see the skulls and bones of dead people who have entered, and I could feel my stomach drop. Out of nowhere, all the torches blew out.

I am shaking a little bit and I am struggling to steady my breathing. I sense tension and a little anxiousness running through my veins. When they announce my name, my turn to obtain confirmation takes place; I stroll up to the Bishop and get on my knees in front of him. Julia, because she remains my sponsor, sets her hand on my shoulder while the Bishop proclaims, “Be sealed with the gift of the holy spirit.” Immediately after he spoke those words and wiped the holy oil on my forehead, I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. As I paraded back to my seat, I spotted my mom, dad, and sister all smiling at me. I also recognize my priest, Father O’Dell. He supported me to get to where I stand now and I appreciate and remain so thankful for him. I felt very cheerful, grateful and like a new

When he got home he saw his brother at the temple. “Hello brother” he said to Jaguar. “Hello” he said. They stood in an awkward silence, until Jaguar’s brother broke the silence with a fit of coughing.

It was a typical day in the Tatafu household, with my sister and I participating in a match of our amateur version of basketball, my mother passionately gardening and the rest of the house basically lounging around. I remember distinctly that the day was the 2nd of February, also known as the aggravating first day of school. For odd some reason, I had sensed an unsettling feeling that blended in with our borderline ‘couldn’t-be-bothered’ behavior as we foregathered in for dinner. The silence that usually accompanied our dinners had transitioned into a newfound awkward hush, and I knew immediately that something just wasn’t right. I had heard the gossip slipping through the occasional conversations within the disorderly family meetings, however I just assumed they were rumours. They had to be. “She lost the baby.” I introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the day my world disintegrated.

This was supposed to be something sacred and spectacular, yet I made myself the star of the show. I was incredibly focused on my blocking and articulation. Slowly, I moved over to my designated location and stood firmly awaiting the first person that was to receive Jesus from me. As the priest reached his spot, I turned in a robot-like manner towards the pews in front of me and gave myself multiple last minute pep talks. I had to finally realize that I wasn’t the protagonist, and this was not a stage; I was merely a servant on an altar where all glory is given to