LUNA EDITH
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Writer, storyteller, and lifelong learner. I share thoughts on life, creativity, and everything in between. Here to connect, inspire, and grow — one story at a time.
Stories (248)
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The Mirror Only Shows the Truth at Midnight
The mirror in the hallway was older than the house itself. It had belonged to my grandmother—a heavy, gilded frame carved with roses and vines that seemed to twist on their own in the right kind of light. When she died, it was the only thing she left me, along with a note that said, “Never look at it after midnight.”
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Horror
Don’t Look at the Stars
It started with the lights. At first, people thought it was beautiful—the way the stars shimmered brighter than they ever had before. The night sky over the small town of Elridge Falls had always been dull, washed out by streetlamps and factory smoke. But on that particular October evening, it looked alive.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Horror
A Gentle Goodbye
Goodbyes are rarely loud. They don’t always arrive with tears or slammed doors. Sometimes, they come softly — like the fading echo of a song you once knew by heart. They slip quietly between conversations, in the pauses, in the smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes. And before you realize it, something that once felt endless becomes a memory.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Humans
When the World Slows Down
There’s a peculiar kind of magic that happens when the world slows down. It’s quiet, almost unnoticeable at first — like the soft click of a clock that’s suddenly stopped ticking, or the gentle hush that follows after a long rain. Most of us spend our lives racing — from one appointment to another, from one goal to the next, trying to prove that our speed defines our worth. But sometimes, life has a way of pressing the pause button for us.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Motivation
Softness of Rain
There’s a particular kind of silence that follows the rain — not emptiness, but a soft hush that feels like forgiveness. That’s what I remember most about the day everything changed: the smell of wet earth, the whisper of raindrops against my window, and the quiet that followed.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Humans
Beauty of Broken Things
There’s a small ceramic cup on my kitchen shelf. Its rim is uneven, and a thin line of gold runs down one side where it once cracked and was mended. Most people wouldn’t notice it among the newer dishes, but to me, it’s the most beautiful thing I own.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Motivation
Invisible Threads
I’ve always believed that people come into our lives for a reason — some stay, some drift away, and some simply pass through. But lately, I’ve started thinking maybe they never truly leave. Maybe they’re tied to us by invisible threads that tug softly at our hearts long after goodbye.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Humans
A Moment’s Peace
There’s a small park near my apartment that no one seems to notice. It’s hidden between two tall buildings, with a single wooden bench facing a pond that catches the late afternoon light. The first time I found it, I was on my way home from a day that had felt too loud, too long, too heavy. I sat down without thinking, the kind of exhaustion that sinks into your bones whispering, just sit.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Motivation
Lost and Found
When I was twelve, I lost a small silver locket my mother had given me. It wasn’t worth much — just a tiny thing with a faded photograph of her and my father inside — but to me, it felt like the center of everything I loved. I remember turning the house upside down: lifting couch cushions, digging through drawers, even crawling under the porch where the floorboards creaked and spiders lived. But it was gone.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Humans
