Winter-55 Second Person WordsYouve never stood in the middle of paradise like this. Everything is blue, the sunlight casting shadows over snow. It shines, winter eating away the cold gloom. Youd almost want to make a snowman. If only it wasnt so cold. But thered be no snow. It would melt otherwise. And you hate. The stupid. Heat.
Rank - 55 More WordsI found the place where Id been ordered to wait. The floor was trashed, the walls covered in graffiti. It was a putrid place; it smelt foul. It was so absurdly dark in here. I waited; finally he stomped in. His smirk made me wince. I bowed formally, stiffly.Brave, your Highness. He laughed. Brave.
Dialogue - 55 WordsWeve been quiet for so long, I have to know. Are you all right, Master? I ask, somewhat hesitantly.Dont call me that, he says with trepidation. Youve seen me cry; skip the honorific.Youre like a father to me. Its a token of respect.Then call me father. He looks irritated. Or brother. Please.