Luna_Jupiter

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@LJupiterAuthor

Reconstructing the norm one pen stroke at a time!

Curiosity drives my passion

Intrigue serves my inspiration

Ink to paper is the vessel

And, the stories are my gift

Quantum Thread

August 20, 2022

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Yet, there is noise here. In a frequency so high, it’s silent. An almost deafening silence, one of anguish and affliction. The darkness is all-consuming, though luminous as stars fill the vastness of the open skies. I suppose there is ...

Last Call

July 20, 2022

Soft lighting that dances to the pulse of airy saxophone acoustics makes for a subdued night at Kennedy’s. The rustic bar in the SoHo neighborhood of Manhattan is often the site to be, even on rainy Wednesday nights, like tonight. But there is a notable difference in tonight’s vibe. The aroma of lem...

Reconstructing the Norm

July 20, 2022

In honor of Black History month, I must say there is not enough ink in a box of pens to commemorate the multitude of black creators who have inspired me. While I reflect on challenges past and continuous, I can celebrate in strides the overarching progress made within the community. So much of this ...

Witches of the West Indies

July 15, 2022

Blue ocean ripples and crisp white sand, a picturesque view that is anyone's dream. The same can’t be said for Jayla. For somewhere out there is where you might find her worst nightmare. It takes the shape of a human and goes by the name Damien. A simple fisherman by trade, though often mistaken as ...

The 8th

July 14, 2022

Nothing is worse than being grounded for the entire summer. Sam scoffs at the unreasonable punishment that’s bothering her way more tonight than it did all summer long. She lies on her pillow-packed bed, plush and comfortable, flipping her pink polished nails through the pages of her new read. Haru...

The Groundskeeper's Contract

July 11, 2022

Sweet and salty, the essences indulge my palates as each lick catches the fresh blood dripping off my lips. The iron-infused concoction dribbles downward on my chin, painting a dark red message on the fallen leaves lying at my feet. A warning to escape while I can. Somehow, I can’t convince myself e...