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Little Witch (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon The little witch had to come into her power. Kora didn’t have much time, once it hit 3:33 on her thirteenth birthday she would become like anyone else. Every witch had to learn who she was, learn what made her magic stir. She knew witches who were bonded to the moon or an owl, and her mother was attached to their hearth. They had grown up pulled toward something they said. It…

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Kindred Heart (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon Kindred heart, my heart beats for you. Maybe I shouldn’t have loved you, I wrote in my journal as I watched the estate come into view through the carriage’s window. You sit across from me, your beautiful azure eyes scanning a book. Your heartbeat resonates in my chest, bringing me life. A certain thrill ran through me at the idea of writing about my feelings sitting so close…

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Memories

by Aetherias Moon I went for a different style for this blog. It’s a bit untraditional but I think it’s beautiful in its own way. I haunted the pavement I used to know. Like a ghost, I wandered down the suburban street once lived on. Memories of my past walked beside me, holding my hand, and asking me who I am. “I must know you. You’re so familiar,” they said. I nodded solemnly. I couldn’t…

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Mania

by Aetherias Moon tw mentions of wanting to disappear. I feel like a racing heartbeat trapped in a fleshy cage. A raging star confined to Earth where I can only live out my energy through impulsivity and restlessness. Once beautiful, radiant, I’m left to burn with cheap thrills like buying a sweet drink and barely holding back the urge to buy the entire target clothesline (just kidding it…

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Caressing the Divine (short story)

by Aetherias Moon A green trance. Echoing. Calling. Don’t go near the forest. I couldn’t help myself. My apartment brushed up against the Misty Forest. Don’t go in there. Well, children don’t listen to their parents, they want to know the secrets. I wasn’t any different, unoriginal, one in a string of children going missing. Back then, green light had bathed over me as I passed through the…

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Forgotten (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon “Love is backwards, Rose,” I said. She looked up. Her blonde ringlets had been passed down from her grandfather, but she had green eyes, exactly like mine before my cataracts. “I know, A’ma, “you’ve been saying that since I was a kid.” She picked up a drawing of a well surrounded by roses. “I just don’t see what that has to do with a forest.” “I haven’t gone in a long time,…

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I'm grieving but I keep forgetting

by Aetherias Moon Did you know they added grief to the DSM-5 as a diagnosis. Back in IOP (intensive outpatient therapy) they taught me about the differences between grief and depression. They look similar but are different. I guess it’s a little strange that grief is something you can be diagnosed with. Do you really need it? (Maybe for antidepressants because insurance is stupid) When you lose…

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Dreamspace

By Aetherias Moon A dissociative poem about my inner world I live in a dream. Floaty, ethereal, diaphanous. I touch the world, but my fingers slip through it. I’m a spirit drifting along the ground. I bump into people and smile; they smile back, enjoying my haunting. Your reality is my dreamspace. My breath spreads through me like wind caught in a sail. I float away until I’m out of myself, my…

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Eternal Lovers: A Queer Romantasy (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon Pale of moon, Vibrant as light, A caress of sun, A kiss of night. Broken heavens, Divinity intertwined, Eternal lovers, Their devotion bind. Era traced the lines of the poem and hummed quietly. He no longer needed to read it, the words inscribed in his mind, but he treasured opening the musty book and seeing where it all began. As a child, he had read the story of the first…

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Dissociative Diary: Welcome to the Spiral

by Aetherias Moon Iridi (she/they/he): Hello, this post is a collection of entries from members of the Aetherias System. If you don’t know, I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, a disorder where I have multiple personalities. If you would like to learn more about it, you can here. Some of my system members are angry, sad. They may say some unpleasant things, but they are real and want to be…

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The Ones Who Came Before (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon The two of us stand below the stars. The wind kicks up dust and rustles my hair. I see myself, long dark tresses, pale skin, and inquisitive blue eyes in front of me. She smiles sadly. A part of her hand has disappeared. It isn’t a wound, more like someone has taken an eraser to her limb. “Don’t be afraid,” she says. “This is all part of the cycle of life.” “Why does it have…

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Living with Dissociative Identity Disorder

by Aetherias Moon When I decided I wanted to be an author and be out in the world as a pseudo-public figure, at least in some small way, I realized I would have to make a big decision. Do I hide one of my greatest secrets? One that impacts my life and my art more than any other aspect of me. Or do I stop hiding so that people can actually see who I really am? So that maybe I can help others like…

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The Bridge Where We Met

by Aetherias Moon Picture by my best friend Meg Saluga “Do you remember?” a woman said to me. I had never seen her before in my life, and if I had, I would have recalled. She had brilliant red hair and soft blue eyes that reflected the river. Her pale skin, tinted pink by the sun, matched the sky. “What?” I said, my black hair blowing into my face. “When we met.” She turned to me and smiled.…

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Creativity and Vulnerability

by Aetherias Moon To be creative is to take your messy feelings, put them in the kiln, and bake them until they are solid. They make more sense. It is also a form of escape, a savior for some. Creativity has always been my number one coping skill. Or well, creativity plus dissociating. As a child, I would run around making up stories in my head, and one of my earliest memories was my father…

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An Update, A Surprise, and Ebooks

by Aetherias Moon Hi everyone. Here’s a little update post and a reveal! Ooh exciting. I know! So I just wanted to give everyone access to ebook versions of all the short stories I have posted. You can get them here: https://books.bookfunnel.com/AetheriasMoon I will include an ebook version of my short stories going forward. So I hope you enjoy that! And I felt like revealing my two novels…

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A Tempting Melody (Short Story)

by Aetherias Moon I thought I hated him. Vexan danced with a garish woman, her song and clothes like dissonant notes. Vexan wore a simple black suit with an emerald tie which matched his eyes. His strong chin juxtaposed his unruly black hair. I could hear his song swirling in the air. He resonated so other people could hear the melody his heartbeat produced. Everyone had a song in their hearts…

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Music is Powerful

Music is powerful. I listen to music 24/7 (or as much as I possibly can). It helps with my overstimulation problem. Sounds can really bother me, so having control over what I hear helps ground me. Music is something I can nestle into and find comfort. It lights up my mind and gives me inspiration. It helps to define me. When I hear the music I listen to, it reminds me of who I am. It triggers…