A young girl gathering flowers; following a twisted path.

Following her heart, nature all around her.

Animals scurrying past her, but on the horizon a dark storm.

She is running out of time.

Is she going to make it?

Thunder, lightning striking the face of the earth.

Then she saw it: a dark sinister look.

Her spine tingling.

Its pale life less face split into an evil grin.

 Then staring at her, a figure appeared.

His coal like eyes narrowed to slits: a glimmer of evil.

Then it spoke. A splinter of ice in his voice, “It’s time, time to cross over to the other side.”

By Lillie and Katheine