"We need to get out of here now!"

Caspian tensed at the seething whisper, hand flying to the hilt of his sword. He swung around to face the person behind him, only to be met with a hand on his mouth and the livid face of Bastian. Caspian struggled furiously against Bastian's grip, the sounds of clashing steel and shouts of guardsmen getting significantly louder.

Bastian pressed his hand harder aga...

(I've never written a poem like this before, but I tried my best! The challenge I am giving myself is to write a poem using ballet terms, which I am definitely not knowledgeable in.)

In the beautiful loom of winter,

a dance seems to start.

The shadows begin first,

stretching their legs as far out as their bodies allow.

The darkness takes center stage with the moon,

their bodies bending and mold...

Harry sighs and lays his pen down, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Allowing his eyes and mind to focus on his surroundings, for the first time in hours it seems, he realizes that the cafe is almost empty. It's dark now, and the storm has picked up. He glances over at the front counter, where his sister is bent over her homework and chewing on the end of her pencil. It's a nasty habit, but quieter ...