Want: Death

She is locked. The black soul comes out. Her body is stiff. She tries to move. She could hear the theremin. It sounded like a high pitched woman singing. She tries to get up, but her body pulls her back. She screams very hard. Her voice echoes. Aaa..aa.aaaa.. Instantly, her neck twists three sixty degrees. She crumples and dissolves. She could not yell anymore. She had become an invisible soul.

My eyes were attracted to a silver band with a bright star twinkling on the top. It was the perfect piece of jewellery that I had dreamt. The inside of the gem sparkled grey and white light, while the outside reflected rainbow colours. I craved it. It was in a dark semicircle, made of hard rocks. Yesterday, I saw the ring through a small gap, which was mostly a missing rock, sunlight passed and spotlighted the ring. I took a step. A silent one. My hands were shivering and my lips quivered. I was just about to take it, but an insect with two pairs of wings covered in scales stopped me. Most probably it was a Moth. I started to reflect on what mom told me, about signals that nature indicates. I paused. I could smell the cold stone. There were deep tree roots, dead leaves at the edges. I heard a buzz. The insect had disappeared. I sorted out the dilemma and took a step—