He stands outside in the midst of the raging snowstorm, and despite wearing only a light jacket, the cold doesn't seem to bother him at all.
In fact, the snow and ice seem to fall more gently around him, lightly dusting his pale hair and eyelashes with delicate crystals instead of the thick flakes descending around him, building drifts and covering his surroundings with a heavy white coat.
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Writing Prompts
General FictionHere are a collection of writing prompts designed by yours truly or taken from the internet. Knock yourselves out.
