Not every story needs a reason to be born,but most stories need an audience to exist.
As Clara kept walking, she realised that with each step and each breath, she was adding something of herself to this reality also.
A little tribute to all the sunsets that have made me daydream about countless metaphors and all the sunsets that are yet to embrace us.
I have a lot of magic in me. I figured that eventually, someday, I would run out of this, this other inside me.
Mayhem sits on the roof, dark chestnut hair flowing as the wind howled against his ears.
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