Short SBI stories bc yes

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[A COLD WINTER NIGHT]
[SBI]
[SHORT STORY]
[1/4]
[WILBUR SOOT]

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{FINISHED}

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Wilbur looked around the living room. A fireplace with a fire still running, but dying out slowly. A Christmas tree they have yet to decorate. That would be what they did tommorow. There was snowflakes hanging from the ceiling that Tommy and Him made and hanged. There was a snow flake pattern mat on almost every surface, all of the tables, top of shelves, just everything. Tencho lied those out after Tommy and him had hanged up to the snowflakes. There was 4 cups of Hot Coco on the table. However they were not hot anymore. They were cold. Tommy's was empty. Techno's was slightly drunken. Phil's was 1/4 of the way done. His was half way done. Some marshmallow still remained in the cups, sinking and melting away into the chocolate drink. Wilbur closed his eyes. He remembers them just playing games. Laughing. Talking. Relaxing. It felt so peaceful. Normally there would be fighting, tears, hiding, screaming, and other bad stuff. But it was finnaly peaceful. Wilbur knew it wouldn't last forever but he didn't care. He wanted to sit on the couch, next to the sleeping Phil, Tommy, and Techno (who still had his book close by,) and just relax. He looked at the clock. 5 AM. Phil had fell asleep at 12 AM. Tommy at 1. Techno at 1:40. Wilbur hadn't slept at all. His eyes moved to the window. Snow fell on the fluffy white ground. There was a bit of light outside, but the sun was still unseen. Wilbur returned his eyes from the outside world and stared at the closet next to the door that stored all of there shoes, boots, and jackets. Wilbur slowly got up, trying to not to make any noise. He walked over to the closet, took his boots and heavy coat out and put them on.

{Made in early August 2021}