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This month has been big! A few milestones on the Moonrise journey: we released our first music video (which you can watch below), put together our first full-band show, and released our first EP! We’re so glad that you’re joining us on this journey, and we’ll definitely need your help along the way: if you enjoy any of our content, just share it with friends! That’s the most helpful thing in the world. Anyway… without further ado, I’d like to make an announcement: from now on, we’ll be sharing stories (fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and perhaps even animation) from within the Moonrise Collective family through this newsletter. So keep on the look out for whimsical tales and moving anecdotes in our monthly emails. Here’s our first story, written by Charles Reid:
by: Charles Reid
Once there was a man who was very big. He lived on a hill, but not under it, you understand, and it is important that you remember that he did not. He lived, as I said before, on a hill, and he owned nothing except the food and wine for each day, and one, very tiny, bowler hat.
He would take the hat, a-crest his shining hairless cap, into town when he went to work. All the passers-by on the street would laugh and mock and make general fun in his general direction with a more than general sense of putrid self-indulgence. But the man, he was a sweet-heart, and he did not mind. Not even when at the factory they called him names with peculiar tones, the kind it would be impolite to repeat (although I will mention that they called him Trevor more than once, and it made many people shiver when it was said in such a way).
One day he was not amused. He glared at the passers-by and they, frightened, did not mock, nor make general fun in his general direction, for they aptly perceived his general aura of simmering stinkiness.
At the gate to the factory, he saw, in the street, a kitten.
It looked cold.
It looked wet.
And it meowed something fierce, and so kindly broke the poor big man’s heart.
He ran into the street, between the honking cars and the careening carrier pigeons and militant messenger-boys beneath the rapidly-flickering red light, and he scooped up the little kitten in his tiny bowler hat.
He looked at the cat, and the cat looked back, and meowed quite contentedly in the snug, warm hat.
The big man smiled, and placed the cat and the hat back upon his shining, aged cap.
And thus he went, whistling away, back to the factory and then, after, back home to the little cottage on top of the hill. And yes, I know I told you to remember that he lived on top, but really that was a mistake, because it doesn’t matter at all. The only thing that matters, mind, is that the cat lived forever happily on top of the big man’s head, quite snug beneath his tiny,
The End. Potentially.
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Have a very happy holiday season, and we’ll hit you up with more creative content at the beginning of next year!
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