Microdosing Fiction - 200mg of Moonglow
Write 200 words based on the word: Moonglow
Our prompt for today is MOONGLOW
Today is a Microdosing special! Let’s write a story in 200 words!
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The smell of dew-covered grass lingered as I watched the empty glade. My eyes hurt—I must’ve been staring for hours. Fireflies danced in circles around me, and I wondered: Do they remember me? Were they here last year or the one before?
A soft melody broke my thoughts. I lifted my gaze and watched the moon glow slowly spill over the glade like a mist from a bottle. Its light reflected off a woman’s skin in the center.
My heart pounded. I reached out, hoping—this time it’d work, the veil between our worlds would be thin enough to let me pass.
To finally reach her.
An invisible wall stopped my hand. She turned my way as if interrupted, but her gaze passed through me—I wasn’t worth it.
It killed me to watch her as her perfect naked form bathed in the moonlight. Yet, I couldn’t walk away. I wanted to shout and scream and reach; there was no passing the veil.
Tears sprung from my eyes. The moonlight grew weaker, and she dispersed like a fever dream, leaving only an empty glade behind.
I looked at the fireflies. “Will you remember me next year?” I asked the silence.
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200mg of Moonglow
They call me Monty. Sir Montgomery, if you're civilized. British Shorthair by blood, elegance by design. I reside now in a German province—quaint, cluttered with lesser toms. Three of them, to be precise. I tolerate them. Two females live nearby as well—lovely in scent, if lacking conversation.
My hooman says I can no longer make kittens. Technically true. But desire? Oh, that dances still, especially under moonglow.
I wear my coat like a gentleman wears a morning suit—blue-grey, with crisp white at paw, chest, and chin. A proper fit. And in moonglow? I shine silver. Elegant. Ethereal. Unmistakable.
Winter turns me into a connoisseur of cushions. Heated blankets? Divine. I rotate sofas like art in a gallery. But when the garden glows silver, I exit—gracefully—through my personal door, keyed only to me.
Mice scatter. Rats dare. Birds pretend to sleep. The nightingale? Sings just for me.
A raccoon once slashed me. Beast. We now keep wary peace. I’ve also chased a bunny. It outran me—for now.
And once, a wildcat passed under moonglow. She paused. She knew.
This land may call itself German, but at night, when silver coats the grass, it belongs to Sir Montgomery.
Always with velvet paws.
Twins are always a challenge. Mac honestly tried his best to treat the girls even-steven. But there is always some slippage. Bias, unconscious or otherwise. Flora was not mistreated, in any way. Let’s be clear about that. But it always seemed Heather got that extra sprinkle on the sundae. It even held true on the nicknames he gave them. Heather was Sunbeam. Flora, Moonglow. He’d intended these as equal superlatives about their dazzling luminosity. But the girls were as studious as they were competitive. And learned in science class what dad either missed or forgot. Sunlight and moonlight are far from equals. Moonglow is not organic light at all, rather a reflection of brilliant solar rays. That made it worse. Not only were the monikers unequal, but Flora was denominated as her sister’s vassal.
Flora proposed a rechristening for herself. Sirius. Dad was indifferent and Heather acceded with glee.
“Sirius? The ‘dog’ star? Woof woof. Also wildly dimmer than the Sun? Be my guest. Sounds spot on.”
Flora snickered. She knew what, apparently, they didn’t. While appearing fainter because of its distance from ethnocentric Earthlings, Sirius had 25 times the candlepower of the Sun. Nobody said twins have identical intelligence.