Hunger
zell, 100 words, g, disclaimer: not mine, for
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Warmth

Penelo’s body had been involuntarily possessed by shivers for the better part of the day. The path to Mt. Bur Omisace was like a sprawling desert of snow. If there was a sun it didn’t exist here. The clouds were like heavy blankets that Penelo swore only conspired to slow them down. They might have been in the same place for days, or even ( Read more... )