Fallen Star

One night, a star fell from the sky... 

A little boy came running across the field to where the star had crash landed.  The star had tears in its eyes. 

“Little star,” the boy asked “why are you crying?” The star sniffled as it wiped the tears from its eyes.  “I have fallen from the sky.  Soon my light will fade…and I will no longer be”.  “But that’s what stars do,” said the boy.  “I want to be back in the sky where everyone looks upon me.  I had a purpose then, and now, there is nothing.” 

“That’s not true,” said the boy.  “You did serve a purpose”.  “I did?” asked the star.  “You did” said the boy.  “What purpose does a fallen star serve?” the star asked, while wiping its nose on its arm.  “When you see a falling star, you make a wish”. 

“A wish?” the star asked, “Why?” “It gives someone hope,” said the boy.  "It keeps their faith alive, faith against things that are beyond their control”.  “It does?” asked the star.  “Yes,” the boy explained, “stars fall all the time.  It’s a beautiful thing to see”.  “Have you ever wished upon a star?” “Of course I have,” said the boy. 

“What did you wish for?” asked the star.  “My little sister was sick and not getting any better.  I wished upon a star, so that she may live another day”.  “Did your wish come true?” asked the star.  “I don’t know yet,” said the boy.  “But I come out here every night and gaze into the sky”.  “You watch to see them falling?” “Every single chance,” the boy replied. 

The star smiled at the boy and then turned its head upward to gaze into the night sky. 

“If I could wish upon a star, I’d wish of just one thing:  Imagining one’s heart and the joy that I could bring.  A very noble cause to give: and to do so selflessly.  Trade your life to save another… to set another free.” 

“That’s a purpose,” said the boy.  “And it always shall hold true”.  “What star did you wish upon?” “The star I wished upon…was you”. 

A smile came across the star’s face as tears rolled down it cheeks.  The little boy wrapped his arms around the star and they both shared a hug.  “Thank you for this gift,” the boy said.  “No, thank you” had said the star.  Then it closed its eyes and wrapped him tightly as its light did fade away. 

The boy picked up the star and carried it inside.  He walked up to a crib and laid the star next to his little sister’s head.  She started crying, something she’d not done in quite a while. 

Then the little boy looked upon the star… and on his face he wore a smile.  

------------------------------------------ FINAL VERSION ------------------------------------------ Fallen Star One night, a star fell from the sky... A little boy came running across the field to where the star had crash landed. The star had tears in its eyes. “Little star,” the boy asked “why are you crying?” The star sniffled as it wiped the tears from its eyes. “I have fallen from the sky. Soon my light will fade…and I will no longer be”. “But that’s what stars do,” said the boy. “I want to be back in the sky where everyone looks upon me. I had a purpose then, and now, there is nothing.” “That’s not true,” said the boy. “You did serve a purpose”. “I did?” asked the star. “You did” said the boy. “What purpose does a fallen star serve?” the star asked, while wiping its nose on its arm. “When you see a falling star, you make a wish”. “A wish?” the star asked, “Why?” “It gives someone hope,” said the boy. "It keeps their faith alive, faith against things that are beyond their control”. “It does?” asked the star. “Yes,” the boy explained, “stars fall all the time. It’s a beautiful thing to see”. “Have you ever wished upon a star?” “Of course I have,” said the boy. “What did you wish for?” asked the star. “My little sister was sick and not getting any better. I wished upon a star, so that she may live another day”. “Did your wish come true?” asked the star. “I don’t know yet,” said the boy. “But I come out here every night and gaze into the sky”. “You watch to see them falling?” “Every single chance,” the boy replied. The star smiled at the boy and then turned its head upward to gaze into the night sky. “If I could wish upon a star, I’d wish of just one thing: Imagining one’s heart and the joy that I could bring. A very noble cause to give and to do so selflessly, trade your life to save another, to set another free.” “That’s a purpose,” said the boy. “And it always shall hold true”. “What star did you wish upon?” “The star I wished upon…was you”. A smile came across the star’s face as tears rolled down it cheeks. The little boy wrapped his arms around the star and they both shared a hug. “Thank you for this gift,” the boy said. “No, thank you” had said the star. Then it closed its eyes and wrapped him tightly as its light did fade away. The boy picked up the star and carried it inside. He walked up to a crib and laid the star next to his little sister’s head. She started crying, something she’d not done in quite a while. Then the little boy looked upon the star…and on his face he wore a smile.

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

AW, this was such a wonderful story. It sends a perfect message to think of others, and being able to put someone else first before your self. :)

[Malen]

This would make a wonderful children's book. Not that I am saying it solely connects to the child.
But, in the way, that a well-written childs book stirs the inner child in everyone.
I love it!

Keep up the good write!