He stares ahead with a rapidness to his breath The beauty that is in his view seems to shine A smile pulls at his lips His gaze seems to burn with desire His grip seems to lose strength He leans forward to breathe in the smell of his deepest desire He then lets go of his sense of reality He moves forward in trepidation His date watched him with stunned silence He devoured a steak like it was his love She was forgotten He even left her there with Shock on her face and embarrassment heating her skin

There is a legend that says there is a man in the Moon His name is Mani His sister, the sun, is Sol He shines bright in the night Creating a guiding light for those who travel at during the darkest hours He is the protector for the young ones He fights for those who cannot fight for themselves As you sleep, know, Mani watches over you So sleep now dear young one Beneath the light of the Moon The one called Mani Sleep peacefully For the Moon shines bright tonight Dream of the man in the moon Mani

I approached the room at the end of hallway cautiously, alert for any kind of movement. I kept my hand on my dagger the entire time I made my way to the oak door. This was the last room in the house, she had to be here. Taking a deep breath, wincing at the small twinge of pain it brought, slowly I opened the door. The eerie creak echoed throughout the house and filled my ears. My heart sped in my chest and adrenaline pumped through my veins as I entered the room cautiously, scanning for danger and Nicolette. Nicolette was there, sitting on the sofa tied up and blindfolded. Her blonde hair was tangled but she was still in her gear, weapons and all. Strange, I thought, but that’s the last of my worries. I breathed a sigh of relief when I scanned over her body and she appeared unharmed. I rushed forward and quickly moved to unbind her. When I removed her blindfold from her, I was taken aback. Her eyes were open and staring at me, her usual kind, ocean blue eyes were pale and full of rage. When I moved back startled when she jumped up quickly into a defensive position. I held my hands up to show I meant no harm to her. She stood her ground, not moving. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck and goosebumps bloomed across my skin as her cold gaze met mine, something was wrong. When I saw her move, I quickly unsheathed my dagger just in time to block her own, the sound of metal on metal was deafening. "Nicolette?!"I exclaimed, stunned by my friends sudden attack. What had happened to her when she went missing two weeks ago? "Nicolette, it's me Alexandria, your best friend." I said trying to reason with her. She looked at me and snarled, "I have no friends." I could feel my eyes widen in shock, my heart fell. Her blows became stronger and more determined, and I was struggling to hold her off. I could see the bloodthirsty look in her eyes and knew her intention was my death. I moved around the room hoping to stall and tire her, but was unsuccessful. I could feel myself growing weaker and knew I wasn’t going to be able to do this for much longer. I already had injuries from fighting my way in to rescue her. I had to stop her or she would do something she would regret later. "Stop" I pleaded, "Please you're better than this, Nicolette!" Her blows were becoming harder and harder as she fought me. My arms ached as I blocked each one and each one of her blows sent my muscles quivering. Her mouth was set in a hard line her face unrecognizable, this was not the Nicolette I knew. Her eyes were as cold as ice as she glared at me. They filled with so much hatred and viciousness, not her usual warmth and strength. I was distracted for only a second by a small movement in the corner of my eye. That single second was enough for her determination and power to overcome me, as she succeeded in un-arming me. My dagger clattered across the room. This was it, I knew I was going to die. I looked to her, panic flooding my body, my heart racing as I felt the danger seep into my pores. "Please, Nicolette!" I pleaded once more, hoping my best friend was still in there somewhere. She stared at me for a moment, then plunged the knife into my stomach.
"I love you," I whispered as the pain blackend my vision, causing my body to crumble to the floor. Hot tears fell down my cheeks as blood pooled around my frame. The last thing I saw as I lost consciousness were her eyes, cold and unforgiving, and joined by the mischievous green eyes of person we hated most.

It wishes were like rain and fell in a steady pace Then I was a storm With wishes pouring out of me Every moment of everyday In every moment I would see Something or someone Who would cause my heart to ache With envy With yearning The wishes would pour out So fast Giving me whiplash Constantly in want But never brave enough To seek So I suffer And I wish For things that are out of reach For Things I know I will never have But I cannot help but wish for I have no ambition I sit in want With no intention Of seeking Every thought begins with "oh how I wish" But never "I have enough" So I sit green with envy So If wishes fell like rain Then certainly I am a storm

You loved me so to the point I burned I burned bright and hot Each time you touched me I would burn hotter succumbing to the flames Your touch on my skin left scorching trails I craved your touch but I did not see Your flames were engulfing me Causing my skin to sear Making me wish for the pain to stop I pulled away You moved closer burning me You wanted me to become your flame But you could not see That you were hurting me You wanted a flame To burn with you But now you will only left with ashes

I stared at the flyer in my hand, my brother's smiling face smiled back at me. He had disappeared a month ago without a trace and I missed him dearly, we were twins; two peas in a pod. We had never been apart from each other. Before he disappeared had sworn up and down that someone or something had been following him. He had been obsessive and acting erratically; it had scared me and my parents to death. They had even admitted him to a psych hospital. I visited him almost every day and he would beg me to believe him but my stubbornness had made me ignore my heart and doubt him. He had stared with such pleading and desperate eyes at the time, it broke my heart. I can't help but wonder if I had followed my heart; would he still be here? I dreamed he would walk right up that walkway and into my arms. Just what had he seen watching him and was he okay? I felt a shiver go down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck raise. I stood up fast causing my chair to clatter the the floor. My heart sped in my chest as I looked around me. I saw it or rather him when I looked out the window. He stood under the old oak tree watching me intensely, my breath hitched in my throat. His eyes were red and glowing and he looked at me like I was his prey and I knew he was the one who had my brother.