Burning Giants

Only you can make stars at night come alive with the burning longing that is held in them, high above our hopes and fears and irrelevant sufferings. They answer to no one, even as fleeting faces look up at them and tears cascade down their cheeks, as lovers lie and gaze at them and wish their love everlasting, as prayers reach them with desperate need. They are cruel and beautiful, blurring and blinking in the coal sky; and tomorrow brings a day and then a night and they rise again, cold and uncaring to our hopes and fears and irrelevant sufferings, and they shine like your eyes on a night where we are hopeful and carefree.

Reviews

[Kyla H]

Hmm, such an interesting way to view the stars. I have never before looked at them in a negative way, perhaps the thought of those i'm not fond of looking at the same glorious show could make me have little hatred for them..but I love your perspective on what the stars should mean to all of us, and what they have seen. Nicely done.

[Black]

nice short storry,
and a nice way to view the stars
keep up the work :)

[Sethnicity]

Nice short story... more like poetry. :) I do agree staring at the stars wishing they could be our truth yet they remain the nonfictional characters of an unattainable reality.
WORD.