The Winter Game

The Winter Game

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"My name is Winter," were his first words to me, no greeting, not even nod. Confused by his sudden appearance, I didn't know how to reply. So of course I said the first, and most trivial thing, that came into my head,"Like the season?" The man grinned, his pearly white teeth sparkling in the soft evening light,"Yes, very much like the season." ⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳⌛⏳ Sixteen year old Will Young is an orphan. Or at least that is what he considers himself, having never actually met his father. He has lived a difficult life, a life of labor and hardships in an orphanage ever since his mother passed away. But then one blustering day, his life takes an unexpected turn. It was the 11th of December, a day like any other you could say, except for the fact that it was snowing, an occurrence which was extremely rare in the town of Blackwood, and the temperature was lower than ever seen before by the towns people. And of course it was also the day that Will literally met Winter. [extended synopsis inside]
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Hunger

Hunger. His stomach ached with pure hunger. His lips bled. His hands were nearly frozen shut by the freezing air around him. He couldn't move them if he tried. He could smell blood. Fresh circulating blood. The booze that had stained his breath had done little to numb the agony that tore at his lungs. The snow around him had reached his knees and its soaking-wet weight clung to his trousers like chains. His mind felt dreary, filled with a dull roar as he trenched closer and closer to the raw scent, closer to the pinprick of light that shone against the thick forest trees. It swam a little in front of him through tear-soaked eyes and he fought the urge to cough from his cotton-dry mouth. He licked at his cracked lips and continued to stumble through the snow. He couldn't feast, not tonight. But he could possibly find a distraction or two. A very delicious distraction.

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