Blood Moons: A Short Story

After he the lost the tug of war, Prince Cyrillus chuckled, gestured at the weapon rack with his sword and said, "I did hear that you took out a dozen men while chained. Think you can beat me on the vases?"

That always makes me feel better. Like there’s something up there beaming down on us in the dark. But the day before yesterday, when Shawn died, the moon was off. Somebody told me once a month the moon blacks out and becomes new and the next night is back to normal. I'll tell you one thing, the moon is lucky it's not down here where nothing is ever new” (Reynolds 21).

The strong steady position of the statue and traditional dresses has been styled to show the kingship features of the statue. The human body has been stylized and not portrayed naturalistically. The purpose of this statue is not to show the beauty of a human body but to express the power of a Pharaoh of Egypt. In fact, from the style, one can easily tell that this is an Egyptian pharaoh without having to go through the artwork. (David, A. (2010).

Luke cleared out his throat. "Yeah..." he murmured as he looked away, for a moment, before reverting back to his optimistic self. "Well, the good news is that The Golden Sun is doing better after we-"

Barbara then looked directly at the moon and said, “Do you think that bright beautiful moon, casting its light on the plants and creating shadows had something to do with the Creator’s plan? Or what happens when the moon shines down on you, and what does it create or add to your complex being?”

It seems that the universe indeed does hear his pleadings, because a few short months later, his wish is granted, and he gets to see Luna tortured every day.

"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."

"What on earth were you doing all that time?" she said curiously. "Were you praying for the rain to stop? It says here that this temple is supposed to be dedicated to Apollo the Sun God" she laughed, waving her guide book in the air.

What makes the sculpture different from others of this time period are two things; the subject matter, in that it depicts no god, nor Pharaoh only a mortal human writing in a mostly illiterate society. Secondly it demonstrates age shown in sagging muscles and rotund belly. Due to this relaxed style we can gather that the subject is not a Pharaoh as it was dishonourable to insinuate that they aged as they were supposed to be gods on earth.

“Perhaps,” Aranloth said slowly. “I don’t rule that out, but I think this is something else. We shall see soon.”

Torrance said goodbye to his father, who made him promise to take care of the princess and himself. In a hurry to get moving he hugged his father, grabbed Isabel's hand pulling her on the way out of the house.

It's pretty dark, and he forgot his flashlight, but Ethan seems to know the way. Thank Mew, because he was not about to wander around in a cave with Ethan for an hour or two.

Pluto let out a nervous laugh as he raked a hand through his light, sandy, brown hair. “I think I’ll just stick to Elizabeth, okay?” He said.

As I stepped out of my tent into the blistering sun, I marveled once more at the beauty of the Mediterranean Sea. With sunburn burning the back of my neck, I walked over a wooden plank towards the entrance of the giant pyramid which loomed up before me. While my colleague, Oscar, helped me to tie myself to the safety rope, I was awed at how spectacular the limestone tomb was. After walking for a while, I came across the dark chamber which contained the mummy’s corpse. However, when Oscar and I first uncovered this secret pyramid two weeks before, we discovered two objects in this chamber which were extremely unusual: the first was another skeleton, this one not wrapped up like the pharaoh’s, but left to rot in a corner of the chamber. When we discovered it, we assumed it to be the corpse of a servant or slave. The other unnatural item, which was clutched in the servant’s arms, appeared to be an ancient painting, a portrait

“You call that life?” The princess pointed at her hollow eyed father again. Grabbing a knife from the table she waved it at the men. “If I find that your so-called cure has done anything to my brother, I’ll have all of you burned alive!”