Fable

  • Sun and Moon and The Dusty Fridge of the Sky

    As he spun his web of gold around the evening, Sun smiled on the river children, below. Oh, how they splashed and cackled and loved! What would Moon think of this beauty, Sun wondered, knowing how his dear and sleepy… Continue reading

  • Moon Unconditional

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun as he fell into the evening sky. ‘I shine every night. I brighten the humans’ world. Why do they not love me?’ ‘Moon?’ ‘Yes, Sun?’ ‘You have a chip in your tooth.’ ‘Do I?! Oh,… Continue reading

  • Until They Remembered

    Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading

  • Perfect Mirrors

    Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue. ‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea… Continue reading

  • Changed

    The skies opened and the earth looked up. ‘My friend,’ said the dry earth, ‘is trying to drown me.’ Days passed. The sky shone golden orange and the grass mounds of the south glistened, abundant in emerald foliage. The earth… Continue reading

  • The Bear

    ‘You must not fuss,’ said the boy to the bear. ‘This pot may no longer overflow with honey. But look. At the pot. At its rainbow shine, at its faded inscription. This pot has been cherished. And because it has… Continue reading

  • Sun and Moon, Unconditionally

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ ‘Why are the humans always so angry, do you think?’ ‘Because Moon, they haven’t realised that, like us, they have the ability to shine.’ ‘They do? So why don’t more of them shine, then? If they can,… Continue reading

  • Fear

    ‘Sun?’ said Moon, as she wandered along the path of cloud that lead to their shared home in the sky. ‘Yes, Moon?’ ‘I’m afraid.’ ‘Of what?’ ‘Of everything. Of nothing, of…oh, I don’t know. I’m just afraid.’ Sun stopped abruptly… Continue reading

  • Storytime

    ‘Look, Sun! The humans are telling stories again,’ said Moon as she picked through the glimmering blue ripples at her feet, sorting each loose shard into piles of keep or discard. ‘Oh goody! You know how I love storytime,’ said… Continue reading

  • Moon and The Magic

    Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading