Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

Beating of the hearts, in sync with the rythmn of the world

All aligned with the light deep within and above

Like a flower with no petals, the wishes are made to it

And just like the magic it evokes, joy comes along with it....

“You honestly thought you could get away?”

I looked at his dead eyes, the light, pale, blue matched his demeanor completely. Chilling, Icy, cold. This was the last strike with him, he warned me, if I tried anything else he’d kill me. He waited for me to respond but I offered none. I tried not to make eye contact, instead I looked straight ahead.

“Answer me!” He threw the chair he was sitting o...