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Sky rode her bike home late that night from her friend's house. Her hair let loose and flying behind her and her green sweatshirt providing coverage from the cool night's air. The path she rode on was only dimly lit by the milky moon that stood millions of miles above the sky itself. Stones were licked up by the wheels and pelted at the bicycle's body, sounding like tiny pieces of glass falling to the ground. It was an eerie feeling to Sky that the path was built along a stream, which oddly stood still in the silence of night. Usually she could hear the babbling of the water, even over the sound of pebbles on the bike. Even the crickets refus

"Touch it! Touch it!" "N-no I can't." "Chicken!" Jem looked Cassie in the eyes and gave out a long sigh. "B-but what if the legend is true?" exclaimed Jem. Cassie shrugged, "Dunno, guess we'll have to find out." The tall oak tree that stood majestically in front of them, a thousand faces frozen in painful screams and flinches. The leaves flickered, unsure whether to let go of the skinny branches and take on the journey to the ground, or hang on a while longer. "C'mon Jem! Dinner is gonna be ready soon!" complained Cassie. Jem glanced at her friend, her emerald eyes locked in hers, "Fine then, if you are in such a rush, you touch it!" she

  Soul Dance The darkness shocked me, A jolt of electricity making its way through my body. Black took over my blood, Giving me the feeling of death and demise. My bare feet and tips of my fingers chilled to the bone, But the electricity pulsing through me, Overtook the cold. It pushed me into contorted poses, Like a goddess of the dead, I convulsed in ways, That cracked every bone in my body. Blue sparks of the vivid electric waves, Formed wherever my numbed feet touched The black frosted earth. Gritty soil matted my face as I rolled onto the graveyard dirt. Hounds of Hell triumphantly barked and howled in the most death

 In The Eyes of A Hero The salt stung my eyes, As the waves engulfed our small boat. The sight ahead was horrifying, Blockades like giant X's, Lined the hot, white beach in front of us. My stomach turned upside down. I looked at my Rosary. I held it in my callused hands, Reciting a prayer. The cool metal underneath my fingers, Made me feel calm for a second, and then it happened. The heavy door swung down on the sand, Sending the silt into my eyes. I had no time to feel the irritation as I dodged bullets. Men fell beside me, One by one, Each killed off. I held my rifle shooting in front of me furiously. I managed to get upo