This is something I did during one night as I was looking at the full moon as it rises. It might not make sense, but remember this is his dieing breathe on this last page. but in the real story it won't be in diary format unless at chapters start. Konner's tone in his diary is more on shakespeares lines in a sense. but in his own speech patterns, its rare. Its on study of a rock fallen from the sky that they believe is the Moon Light Phase, Every 24 days they study on its full moon rising as yellow to white. Its a gift and curse they say. But this has nothing to do with town revolting. so its not a clone to something else. cough cough. thanks if you read.
Hello Moon Light Phase, your shine of light on the dark the roads show, only 24 days you show yourself, you keen eye, your subtle signs, but your own tears you drop, on the doorstep of my father. To study he rushed and soon to be meet its only by 'were' was it been.
Its the teen that has a change, a feeling of purged minded but a split personality. you know of lunatics, but know not I. would it be me to be mad if the change on skin shine on the moonlights full moon. To 'were' it been. I say you know not of my father. he studied well, and by howl.
But its not only deifying what he know of right, but 3 days is the trial for final confrontation. The moment you emerge and notice that new shell by yourself. but by day of the change you wake up as if by sleeping, but only to be awoken but chilling cries and weeping men. to see that a beast has been led into town. Whats next on day, by accidentally.
You sleep to forget but you forget to sleep, a phrase that is front and back, but choosing one line as to memory. Do you remember, that you can cast yourself into a great discovery only to be cruely cursed on this down-hole. Once your complete you never know what might happen, murder of your family, friends or town pets. or the common way of hunting down deer or bear. This is not what he expected, but you and I are the same.
The only way to stop the 3 days process is I lock myself into a Clinic and ask that a room with no windows, glasses is metal and no disturbance as I cocoon myself. Locked in prison to feel the heartbeat of this changing feeling to notice its over. I was dead. But that isn't me, But my father
but alas Im writing this how, with the last stained blood on the tip of my pen, I cough to write but I still continue. but not dead, no Death I do not knock on his door of disturbance. This study of ours father is what we needed, and Moon Light Phase has brought us into the final Phase. Darkness into Light and Light into Darkness. Has you learn.
Write I say, as my face stopped the beast of father from murder, he knew what is wrong but he knew not. Perfect maybe be but I am ready for this madness to set in and finish my own trial or nomination.
But alas, alas, alas, I hurt, I bleed. It cries. save me. (last few marks unreadable big line drags down)
~Konner A, Sown