Blue Moon Stories


A pensive 20-year-old girl sits at the window of a bedroom, her head resting against the glass. There are two empty beds in the room. It is early evening. No lights are switched on. A 15-year-old enters the room and watches her. She comes and sits next to her and calls to her softly-

“Dee Dee..”

There is no response. DeeDee’s hand, holding one of the window rods, slides down limply. The 15-year-old persists…

“I want to tell you something.”

DeeDee’s eyes blink and a tear rolls down her cheek. The 15-year-old continues quietly…

“Love is the most wonderful feeling in the world, yet this us what it does…

DeeDee won’t move.

“Please let go no DeeDee. Didn’t you say that memories are just past? You still have your present… I want to tell you something, but you have to pay attention to me…”

The 15-year-old glances at the pillow and we see a small edge of a diary peeping from under it.


At this moment, DeeDee faintly stirs, looks dazedly around the room, and slowly comes and sits on the bed.

The 15-year-old starts smiling to herself. DeeDee looks at the other bed and notices the diary. She immediately picks it up and lifts out the bookmark to go to the last written page.

“Dear Diary,

It was the stupidest day at college today. I hate that teacher. I broke my favorite bracelet also and lost it somewhere. I tried calling DeeDee to speak to her about it and I suddenly realized I had run out of balance. There are these moments that I simply HAVE to talk to her and no one else! And then suddenly, she called! She said she had this urge to call me right away and find out how I was doing. Can you believe it! I was soooo happyyy!!

This happens so many times with us. It’s so awesome. It’s like our souls are connected forever. We don’t need the phone! Hell, we don’t even need the words!! We don’t need anything. We are connected forever. ”

DeeDee breaks down sobbing, still holding the diary. The 15-year-old has disappeared.

Next to DeeDee is photo frame on the table. It has a picture of two little girls holding hands, grinning widely.

Blue Moon Stories

Letter To Our Deepest Friend

Dear Fear,

You have been my dearest friend over all these years. You have made me feel cozy and warm, kept me unwavering company and protected me like no one else. Without you, I may as well have been dead. You know I love you very much. But I need to tell you that recently, I met someone.

Remember that speech they invited me for and you told me not to go onstage? That was the first time I cheated. I stood under the spotlight and fumbled; they jeered and giggled. But she held my hand and didn’t let me stop until I finished what I had to say. Her name is Courage. I got a feeble applause like you had warned, but as I walked offstage I couldn’t lose my smile. Last month, I met her again when Rahul slapped me. I know you told me to give him another chance, but she made me slap him back and break up with him. She kept pushing me off the cliff, but every single time I found myself flying. She makes me feel free. Happy.

Now that I have met Courage, I don’t think I can ever stop thinking of her. But I can never let you go either; you are my first love. I just need you to open your heart to our new companion. Because we deserve a fair chance to be together.

Hope you understand.

Always in your debt,

A Mortal

Speaking of Things

A Flickering Light Bulb

All these nights I have stared at her, her face glowing like gold. I have been an obedient slave to her whims, shutting myself in or burning myself away whenever she wanted, hungry for that one look from her. And today, old and dying, when I can obey her no more, she wrinkles her forehead and stares at me for the first time. If only I had known that I had only to be a little rebellious to catch her attention.

-A flickering light bulb