I ran across the heavy foliage of the forest, my feet only taking my as fast as they could. I pushed them to move faster, knowing that whatever was behind me, was not something I wished to be in contact with. For a split second, I looked back, saw the black shadow approaching me, but when I looked forward, and tripped over a fallen log. It seemed like those movies, when someone trips, they are stuck, and they can't get up. 

I screamed as the wood dug into my pants, pinning me…

Clair de Lune, in my opinion, (as I always have been a Classical "addict" as one could say) has lost it's... quality, I suppose. No, I am not some twi fan writing about this because I heard of Clair de Lune from Twilight. I am writing this from the pit of my heart. Please read on if you wish to discover the tranquility this piece brings me.

The bright, milky moonlight shone into our car, and spilled into the creases and dips in the mountains. It created contours on…