Earlier today I revisited your corridor;

As the darkness consumes what is left of my consciousness, I remember when I was young and my mother used to tell me stories of her hometown – I don't remember where it was.

Your beauty washes over me

Dear mother can I be honest for a day?

I fear That my afterlife Will be boring.

I stared at the piece of lettuce that was stuck between Roger's front teeth.

Destroy me in your dreams;

I do not write to amaze you or renowned publishers

Sometimes when you just lift a pen

Nabeela dropped Ruma off at her place. She couldn't take her mind off the conversation.

Was it you that let the candles fade out?

WORDPLAY: C

The door creaks as she pushes it open, making all heads in the room turn towards her.

A shrill, terrible cry tore through the noise of the battlefield. The sound of metal crashing against each other came to an abrupt halt as everyone stopped and stared at the sky. In the distance, they could distinctly make out five shapes approaching fast -- too big to be birds.

I wasn't afraid anymore when he fed. It almost looked beautiful now, standing around the corner, watching his claws and teeth grow larger with each bite. But I still couldn't look on for too long. I look at the sky now, more than I used to. It passes the time.

Madness has crept into my hair

Gomo wasn't the biggest fan of the brutes, along with probably half the whole realm.

A few months ago I had lost my wand while flying over a dangerous place named Sverwood.

Brevity is the conscious attire of perfection

Winter mornings made me crave for coffee and poetry. Mother said I was too young for coffee, and I couldn't waste another single second behind something as trivial as poetry when I was already half an hour late for school.