He could no longer feel the wintry wind blowing against his pale, bare skin. The wet tears that had escaped his eyes felt like they were permanently frozen to his cheeks. His toes were curled inside his worn-down trainers where a hole was forming on the bottom of the right sole.
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Her Last Words
Eyes Glazed Over
It’s been months since I’ve last seen her eyes sparkle. But that stopped today. Her blue eyes shines brightly as we share another laugh together.
Advent Calendar
Christmas is her favourite time of year.
Helpless
(The 1st two sentences comes from a prompt on Penguin Random House ‘The Writers Academy’, it was submitted by Rhiannon D’Averc from United Kingdom. Thank you for the inspiration!)
GiftedAndChilling 