The windows rattled as curtains of rain pounded against them. The greenish clouds swirled lifting objects off the ground. Lightning flashed, outlining towering trees in halos of light. Wind howled through the trees, impersonating the cries of the deceased. A streak of purple light reached across the sky seeming to wrap the very earth itself in a dangerous beauty. It branched from horizon to horizon, wrapping the sky in a net of light and outlining a figure falling from the sky. *Important!* This is a story that is written in three perspectives in the prologue. One is written in third person, another from the writers perspective, and the last written from the Alex's (the main characters') perspective. The rest will be written from Alex's perspective.

These are just a collection of poems and short stories (most stories are by my younger brother).