Several weeks had elapsed since the conversation in Reginald Clarke's studio. The spring was now well advanced and had sprinkled the meadows with flowers, and the bookshelves of the reviewers with fiction. The latter Ernest turned to good account, but from the flowers no poem blossomed forth.

"Eclipse" is at the top of the hardcover best-seller lists. Teenage girls nearly got into fistfights over advance copies of Stephenie Meyer's last vampire love story, "New Moon," after they arrived at the Carnegie Library in 2006.

December 2, 1996 -  A group of Kentucky teen-agers who claim to be members of a vampire cult face a court hearing today in a double murder case. Authorities say the teens were involved in a strange game that went much too far.

you are the one
who's face i see
each night in bed
wishing you near to me
you are the one
who's hear I hold
and feelings I find more sacred
then my own

you are the one
who's touch I crave
for which every night
I hope and pray

you are the one
who i desire
your love and embrace
eternally I recquire.

Aislinn

Walking away,
the tattered remnants
of ribbons that bind,
fall to the ground.
A tear escapes
as I watch
the beauty we built together
crumble to dust.
Yet, beneath the sorrow,
a flame burns.
Growing brighter,
it becomes my wine
till I am drunk
with the freedom.
Looking back on the scars
I wore with pride,
a sense of contentment
swallows me whole.
No small regrets,
I will never kneel again.

MiseryTasser
November 9, 2001