These are small poems I wrote in ten minutes!
He twisted the box in his hands. It was heavy for such a small box. He looked at the plain black features with a gold rim.
It was cold and it was grey. The air had that faint metallic scent that the beginning of snow brought, but there wasn’t so much as a flurry yet.
What a strange creature, I thought, staring into a giant green eye. This monstrous giant loomed over my bowl… and I do say, that creature seemed hungry.