WildGirlVicky

One of August's coldest nights caught me walking home from my best friend's home. I didn't know Cathy found writing essays so hard as to ask me to help her. Maybe I should buy her one of those "How to…" books for her next birthday with lessons on how to put together a good piece of writing. Maybe I could even get her to join the Literature Club at school. I love talking to her anyways and that would give us more topics to discuss. Now that I think about it I should really suggest the idea. Out of nowhere a freezing wind blew and quickly snapped me out of my thoughts. Even though it's this cold I actually had no desire to go home. I've h

     It was a night in July. There was a strong wind blowing, chilling everything that it came in contact with. The sky was a calming royal blue, sprinkled with twinkling stars and two bright full moons that lay in the comfort of puffy clouds. One of them was painted a crimson red, belonging to the creatures of myth. Its shine served to awaken the demons, vampires, angels, fairies, werewolves, elves and every other fairytale creature you might think of. They woke up from their slumber when the humans lay their heads to rest in their cozy and safe homes.     These two societies may seem totally unrelated but in fact the bridges that connect