Moon Light, BBQ, and Hells Gate
Moon Light, part one.
The full moon is always bright in Michigan, it can cast shadows you know. The full moon in Michigan is also captivating, always singing its sirens song to those who dare sail their eyes to close to its island in the great black ocean that is space.
On this night a man will look up at the stars, thinking how cruel this world is. It has taken his memory, and maybe soon his sanity as well. All this man knows as of now is that memories are very particular, sometimes they will stay in the shadows until you glimpse something that has some meaning towards it, even if you don't see the connection.
This man, who's name HE can't even speak, remembers few things about the days, weeks, perhaps years before that night. One thing he does remember is sitting in on a night such as this, only then the moon wasn't so bright, watching some horror movie about a man who turns into a beast... A beast such as that had came at him when he woke. He remembers there was somebody with him, did he have a wife? Sister... no, that much he knew, he thought. Perhaps a brother, or some friend? Maybe there was multiple people there, he can't make out the blurred speech of the people around him, he's to focused on the movie. What was it about? A dog... no, wolf... closer. It hit him like a rock, it was about a werewolf, a creature that came out only when the moon was full. *The moon is full tonight*, he thought, *But that creature wasn't a werewolf, if it was why was it out during the day? And, I had made sure it was dead... I strangled the damn thing!*. He had come to the conclusion that it wasn't a werewolf, but something equally sinister no doubt.
His eyes fell upon the moon, so full... so BRIGHT.
He hardly noticed as seconds turned to minutes, then hours. The moon eventually faded, and the sun cast it's first few gold-red rays on the light blue Michigan sky.
*Did I do something wrong?*, he would question himself in the following days.
*What have I done to receive such a punishment? Or perhaps, is this not a punishment, but my salvation?*, he asked again.
This time something new happened. A voice inside him spoke, *Not YOUR salvation, it is your quest to be saved, yes, but at what cost? Sure, you've lost everything, but everything was holding you back from SAVING everything.*. The voice vanished, and what felt like twenty pounds with it. How could his mission be to save himself, yet not be his salvation?
Rar! Rar rar rar! Thanks for reading :)