The Night Sky

I was sitting in my armchair glaring at the dusky-hued evening palette which was replaced by a myriad of stars. I thought to myself that it would be a glorious night. The black curtain slowly covered the sky and the big white ball of mozzarella cheese was on its way, wearing silver shoes and coming in the silver path very courageously to feed the billions of stars with its bright white light. The cold breeze pushed away mother moon stopping her from finishing to feed the stars.

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 Sugar was spilt on black granite so much that I sat by myself chatting to the glowing mother moon drinking my strawberry milkshake covered with vanilla icing and hazelnut chocochips. The soulful beauty of the moon won’t let me sleep even when I’m sleepy. The thunder of a big storm closing on us was even louder than Thor’s hammer, the mind-boggling ball of ethereal beauty wouldn’t let the storm come because it wants to show off its bright family. The jovial festivity of glorious stars was the perfect reflection of the city below – Paris – the city of light.

The thin white line shot through the sky like a bullet and I wished for something special. The pitch-dark sky with big, bright and glimmering diamonds made me imagine the black forest ice cream with white chocochips I ate for my birthday. The mysterious night with hooting owls made a pleasant and perfect tune for me to sleep, but I won’t still give up seeing the amazing night sky. Celestial debris flares up to light up the night sky but it wasn’t as bright as the brain-bursting mother moon.

Brenden– Grade 6