Moon: A Short Story

As Desmond Tutu once said, “Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.” In “Hunger Moon” by Jane Cooper, the speaker is showing that everyone during the Hunger Moon has hope and wants to make through it. The Hunger Moon was the name of the last moon in February when there was a lot of snow. The Hunger Moon rises and sets like any other type of moon, has a negative connotation, but when it ends it brings happiness.

One of the most patriotic moments in United States history was an American stepping foot on the Moon. It came at a time when the U.S. was involved in the Cold War, bringing joy to the entire country. It was a task that took years of failure and hard work to accomplish. The moon landing helped elevate the status of the United States as a country trying to catch up to the Soviet Union in the race of space advancement. However, this accomplishment has been diminished by many who have claimed it be staged. Two of them are Bill Kaysing, who published a book detailing the hoax in 1976, and Bart Sibrel, who published a documentary in 2001.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s it.” Dante, suddenly aware of the way his body enclosed the limited space, moved aside and maneuvered his way next to them. “You look sick.”

The novel The Secret River written by Kate Grenville and the film One Night the Moon directed by Rachael Perkins both use conventional features such as symbolism, characterisation and features particular to the text type to highlight the differing views between Europeans and Aborigines over land, conflict and tragedy which ensues due to these differing attitudes. Grenville portrays the European society eager for a fresh start in Australia, but conflict with the traditional land owners is ongoing. Both Grenville and Perkins present readers and viewers with the challenging question of why respective cultures had differing attitudes to the use and meaning of the land, urging us to remove ourselves from restrictions such as culture and tradition and view the issue objectively.

Gawin looks ahead of her, seeing rundown, disheveled homes, and the tail end of the king’s men horses trailing down the path. “See what?” he question.

Logan flicked on his flashlight and pointed it to the ground, “ It looks like there are footprints going towards the tunnel”.

"Alright I'll tell you, but first my name is Eren. The girl in the red scarf is Mikasa. What about your name."

‘’Relax, I’m right here,’’ he assured. ‘’Let me go get a flashlight or something.’’ Theta whined, advising against it. He stayed right there.

As Greg was walking he saw three skeletons all lined up by the entrance. "Are those real skeletons? Or just there to try to scare us?" Greg whispered.

"Who's there? Who's there?" she whispers. I look around but can't figure out where it's coming from. It seems to emanate from inside my skull.

“No, they don’t,” mused Matthew. “I wonder how this one got here? Maybe someone brought her over as a

“Has the rest of the Onu finally finished their preparations?” Mr. Lestrange asked. The purple alien responded in its uncanny, foreign tongue as Mr. Begay and Lestrange nodded in understanding.

“We have to get them out of there!” I heard voices yelling out in the distance, but was to lightheaded to know where they were coming from.

They tried to cheer up by eating the hearty stew but still went home with a sense of dread. Surina felt drained and exhausted by the morning’s events. Nevertheless, she was glad to meet with the council members and explore every option available to halt the distribution of the Stinguard viral vector. Moreover, at least someone else now shared the grim knowledge that she had carried by herself for so long all the way from Earth. The cloudless sky outside was resplendent with the three suns shining their benevolent rays on that peaceful, restful Sunday. The laughter of the toddlers riding on the carousel filled Seneca Square. On the playground swings, jubilant children urged their parents to push them higher. Under the shade of the gazebo,

After spending a whole night under the sky, my clothing became quite dirty. Fortunately I brought some change, but I hadn’t found a place to dress myself yet. Furthermore, I also wanted to take a bath. This morning my stomach went to a strike. Mrs. Belgium’s waffles only survived for one day, so I had to shake my brain to find food. The thing was...