SlightlySane
May 25th, 2010, 09:20 PM
Before I post this I want to say this is a rough draft, I'm only posting it because a few people wanted to read it. It's not for a class, grade, etc... I'm not asking you to fix my grammar and punctuation because this is my first draft. I will be disregarding any "constructive critiques" as again I say, this is just for fun.
Joey and the Man in the Moon
By: Ryne (TheMidnightDreamer)
Five year old Joseph Michaels, or Joey for short, has had a very long and hard day. You see, Joey has lived with his father and grandfather for all of his life. His poor mother had died while giving birth to Joey due to serious complications. Joey, however, is thankfully too young to know any different than the life he is living now. Unfortunately, Joey’s grandpa just died of heart attack a few days ago and the funeral was early this morning. Joey had always been very close to his grandfather, they both loved the endless mystery the surrounded outer space. Joey’s grandfather owned a rather expensive telescope that could see clearly into the night sky. Every night he would take Joey out on their balcony to look at stars, planets, and anything else possible to be seen in the night sky. It was needless to say that they had made many wishes upon quick moving airplanes that Joey seemed to be convinced were shooting stars. The night before his grandfather passed away they had seen their first real shooting star together, and Joey had made a wish they his grandfather and himself could travel to the moon together one day. Knowing that his grandfather was no longer here devastated Joey, he was sure this wish was going to come true very soon.
Tonight Joey lay in his bed or sleeping capsule as he liked to call it, thinking about what had just happened. As you can surely imagine it is terribly hard for a child at Joey’s age to process the idea of death, especially the death of someone in which he was so very close to. It was even more difficult considering it was the death of someone who shared his incredible fascination with the world outside of earth. Joey’s bedroom, had in fact, become almost like a child’s imagine of space in its own. His floor was covered by a deep blue area rug that was a full map of the many constellations in the sky, even at the young age of five Joey could direct you to any constellation you wished in the real sky. His “sleeping capsule” was a plastic playschool rocket ship shaped bed with only the finest of “Buss Light-year” from the ever popular Toy Story movies. Around the walls and ceilings there are many glow in the dark stars and planets; you could almost say that there were more stars in Joey’s room than in the sky itself, which according to Joey is one-hundred zillion. Placed strategically around his room were several black lights that would turn his room into a bright neon green planetarium. His father bought him special black out curtains for his windows so he could enjoy this creation all through the day. He was often found in his room pretending to ride his rocket ship bed to the moon. Commands shouted out to an imaginary space shuttle crew could be heard for sometimes hours a day as Joey took full advantage of his creative imagination that kept him occupied. Some days Joey would have friends over and they would spend all day playing space travel.
Sadly there was no space travel today, no glow in the dark stars, and no black lit planetarium. Joey lay quietly on his bed still in his suit from the funeral early this morning with the exception of his clip on tie which now lay on the floor just inside his bedroom door. It was nearly impossible for him to imagine that the very same man who had raised him along side his father, the one who had looked through the telescope with him ever single night.
“One day you and I are you going to fly to the moon together in the best rocket there is,” Joey’s grandfather had promised him confidently.
“Really Grandpa,” Joey inquired, “will we really go to the moon,” he asked again with a smile so wide he must have pulled several muscles in his face.
“Joey, of course we will, we will stand together on the big old moon and wave back at everyone on earth,” his grandfather assured him with a light pat on the shoulder, “Just you and I bud.”
As Joey’s bed time came near his father softly knocked on the door and entered the room. Sitting down beside Joey he said, “Did you know grandpa is watching you right now?”
“Where is he watching me from daddy,” Joey asked quickly, “Is he in heaven?”
“Well, yes, he was in heaven, but they gave him a special job to do.”
“What is it?” Joey shouted, “What kind of job did they give him?”
“Why do you come see for yourself,” His father said as he guided Joey to there balcony. He began adjusting the telescope down to Joey’s size so he could see the moon clearly. “Look in there Joey, look at the moon and keep looking.”
“Ok I see it, now what?” Joey was getting very excited at this point.
“Look very very hard at the moon; if you look close enough you can see the face of a man.”
Joey concentrated to the best that he could, he was very good at looking through the telescope as he had done it for several years now. “I see him!” He yelled with excitement, “Who is it?”
“That’s grandpa’s job Joey, this is his job, and they want him to watch over you”
“Wow,” Joey said, and that appeared to be all he could say.
Joey’s father led him back to bed and tucked him in. They said their good night prayers, exchanged good night hugs, and Joey was left to sleep in his outer space bedroom. The glow in the dark stars and planets grew bright as the darkness settle in the room. The outlines of Joey’s Buzz Light-Year bed sheets glowed a soft white revealing an exoskeleton like outline of the toy based super space hero.
Joey quickly drifted off into a heavy sleep. He dreamt he was sitting on his bed without even realizing it was a dream. Suddenly his room began shaking violently and he heard a rumbling noise. Joey looked around to see that his bed had become a real rocket ship and he was now flying towards the sky. Faster and faster the rocket went until it reached the stars. Speeding by the stars he looked back to see the earth slowly disappearing. Joey was astonished, this was amazing! The rocket began to slow down and descended to a hard cold surface, the mood. Joey couldn’t believe this; he was actually on the moon. At that moment Joey remembered what his father had told him about his grandfather being the man in the moon.
Just then he saw him, right there in front of Joey standing on the moon was his grandfather. “Grandpa?” Joey asked as to make sure it wasn’t just an alien who had taken his grandfathers form, “Is that you?”
“Yup, you bet it’s me Joey,” his grandfather said in his usual hearty tone. “I told you we would be on the mood together one day.”
“Daddy told me that the angels let you be the man in the mood to watch over me.”
“They sure did buddy, now you can see me every night by looking through our telescope.”
Joey ran to his grandfather and hugged him tightly, and then as his grandpa hugged him back he felt it all disappear. He quickly sat up awake in his bed. It was still dark out so Joey knew it wasn’t time to be up yet, but he had something he wanted to do before he went back to sleep. He crept as quietly as he could across the second floor of his home where the balcony was. His dad had left the glass doors open as it was a beautiful night. The telescope was still set at the perfect adjustment for Joey to see the full moon. Joey looked up at the moon through the telescope and found the man in the moon.
“Good night grandpa,” Joey said as though his grandpa had never been gone, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, I love you grandpa, thanks for taking me to the moon.”
Joey and the Man in the Moon
By: Ryne (TheMidnightDreamer)
Five year old Joseph Michaels, or Joey for short, has had a very long and hard day. You see, Joey has lived with his father and grandfather for all of his life. His poor mother had died while giving birth to Joey due to serious complications. Joey, however, is thankfully too young to know any different than the life he is living now. Unfortunately, Joey’s grandpa just died of heart attack a few days ago and the funeral was early this morning. Joey had always been very close to his grandfather, they both loved the endless mystery the surrounded outer space. Joey’s grandfather owned a rather expensive telescope that could see clearly into the night sky. Every night he would take Joey out on their balcony to look at stars, planets, and anything else possible to be seen in the night sky. It was needless to say that they had made many wishes upon quick moving airplanes that Joey seemed to be convinced were shooting stars. The night before his grandfather passed away they had seen their first real shooting star together, and Joey had made a wish they his grandfather and himself could travel to the moon together one day. Knowing that his grandfather was no longer here devastated Joey, he was sure this wish was going to come true very soon.
Tonight Joey lay in his bed or sleeping capsule as he liked to call it, thinking about what had just happened. As you can surely imagine it is terribly hard for a child at Joey’s age to process the idea of death, especially the death of someone in which he was so very close to. It was even more difficult considering it was the death of someone who shared his incredible fascination with the world outside of earth. Joey’s bedroom, had in fact, become almost like a child’s imagine of space in its own. His floor was covered by a deep blue area rug that was a full map of the many constellations in the sky, even at the young age of five Joey could direct you to any constellation you wished in the real sky. His “sleeping capsule” was a plastic playschool rocket ship shaped bed with only the finest of “Buss Light-year” from the ever popular Toy Story movies. Around the walls and ceilings there are many glow in the dark stars and planets; you could almost say that there were more stars in Joey’s room than in the sky itself, which according to Joey is one-hundred zillion. Placed strategically around his room were several black lights that would turn his room into a bright neon green planetarium. His father bought him special black out curtains for his windows so he could enjoy this creation all through the day. He was often found in his room pretending to ride his rocket ship bed to the moon. Commands shouted out to an imaginary space shuttle crew could be heard for sometimes hours a day as Joey took full advantage of his creative imagination that kept him occupied. Some days Joey would have friends over and they would spend all day playing space travel.
Sadly there was no space travel today, no glow in the dark stars, and no black lit planetarium. Joey lay quietly on his bed still in his suit from the funeral early this morning with the exception of his clip on tie which now lay on the floor just inside his bedroom door. It was nearly impossible for him to imagine that the very same man who had raised him along side his father, the one who had looked through the telescope with him ever single night.
“One day you and I are you going to fly to the moon together in the best rocket there is,” Joey’s grandfather had promised him confidently.
“Really Grandpa,” Joey inquired, “will we really go to the moon,” he asked again with a smile so wide he must have pulled several muscles in his face.
“Joey, of course we will, we will stand together on the big old moon and wave back at everyone on earth,” his grandfather assured him with a light pat on the shoulder, “Just you and I bud.”
As Joey’s bed time came near his father softly knocked on the door and entered the room. Sitting down beside Joey he said, “Did you know grandpa is watching you right now?”
“Where is he watching me from daddy,” Joey asked quickly, “Is he in heaven?”
“Well, yes, he was in heaven, but they gave him a special job to do.”
“What is it?” Joey shouted, “What kind of job did they give him?”
“Why do you come see for yourself,” His father said as he guided Joey to there balcony. He began adjusting the telescope down to Joey’s size so he could see the moon clearly. “Look in there Joey, look at the moon and keep looking.”
“Ok I see it, now what?” Joey was getting very excited at this point.
“Look very very hard at the moon; if you look close enough you can see the face of a man.”
Joey concentrated to the best that he could, he was very good at looking through the telescope as he had done it for several years now. “I see him!” He yelled with excitement, “Who is it?”
“That’s grandpa’s job Joey, this is his job, and they want him to watch over you”
“Wow,” Joey said, and that appeared to be all he could say.
Joey’s father led him back to bed and tucked him in. They said their good night prayers, exchanged good night hugs, and Joey was left to sleep in his outer space bedroom. The glow in the dark stars and planets grew bright as the darkness settle in the room. The outlines of Joey’s Buzz Light-Year bed sheets glowed a soft white revealing an exoskeleton like outline of the toy based super space hero.
Joey quickly drifted off into a heavy sleep. He dreamt he was sitting on his bed without even realizing it was a dream. Suddenly his room began shaking violently and he heard a rumbling noise. Joey looked around to see that his bed had become a real rocket ship and he was now flying towards the sky. Faster and faster the rocket went until it reached the stars. Speeding by the stars he looked back to see the earth slowly disappearing. Joey was astonished, this was amazing! The rocket began to slow down and descended to a hard cold surface, the mood. Joey couldn’t believe this; he was actually on the moon. At that moment Joey remembered what his father had told him about his grandfather being the man in the moon.
Just then he saw him, right there in front of Joey standing on the moon was his grandfather. “Grandpa?” Joey asked as to make sure it wasn’t just an alien who had taken his grandfathers form, “Is that you?”
“Yup, you bet it’s me Joey,” his grandfather said in his usual hearty tone. “I told you we would be on the mood together one day.”
“Daddy told me that the angels let you be the man in the mood to watch over me.”
“They sure did buddy, now you can see me every night by looking through our telescope.”
Joey ran to his grandfather and hugged him tightly, and then as his grandpa hugged him back he felt it all disappear. He quickly sat up awake in his bed. It was still dark out so Joey knew it wasn’t time to be up yet, but he had something he wanted to do before he went back to sleep. He crept as quietly as he could across the second floor of his home where the balcony was. His dad had left the glass doors open as it was a beautiful night. The telescope was still set at the perfect adjustment for Joey to see the full moon. Joey looked up at the moon through the telescope and found the man in the moon.
“Good night grandpa,” Joey said as though his grandpa had never been gone, “I’ll see you tomorrow night, I love you grandpa, thanks for taking me to the moon.”