When Amity's family is forced to move because of a job the freaky town they move into may hold more mysteries then poor Amity can handle. Will she break?

These are just random poems Im writing. They aren't very long and they're pretty rusty, but I just wanted to see what you guys would think. Please please please give feedback and editing advice!!

THIS IS MY SPELL BOOK. When I first became a Wiccan I found that I had to do massive amounts of research to find the spells and incantations that I was looking for. Good spell books cost massive amounts of money and some aren’t suitable for beginners. So I decided to put together a book that had a collection of wiccan spells that I use to help with everyday life.

They say he awoke with no memory, drenched in blood and huddled away in a corner. It wasn't long before he was running for his life from the others, doing whatever he could to survive. The legend tells of a dangerous creature, created only to hunt and kill whatever it could. Recounts from nearby residents describe only the most blood-curdling screams came from the asylum that night, and for many more to come.

I knew I wasn't skinny, or thin, or whatever you wanted to call it. I knew I wasn't, and never would be as long as I kept eating the way I did. It didn't hurt when people called me "fat" or "baby hippo," but it did hurt when Skylar Thompson said he would never date someone who was bigger than Shamoo, this was directed towards me by the way. That was the day I wanted to commit suicide. That was the day I DID commit suicide. Well, kinda.

The first chapter is about the Death's first victim when Death was still a mortal. He tricked someone else to take his place and after he was freed, he began to look for children. He found interesting ones, all of them loved him and he loved them back.