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Author:Kyle Valle
The wind was like a sharp blade and the cold was unbearable like wet clothes. The moon was covered by a thick curtain of snow falling endlessly. No vegetation was to be seen. All the plants had died from the harsh weather, making the place look like a desert of snow. In the middle of that storm, there was a man curled up in a ball in a small puddle of red liquid. That man is wearing a short-sleeve shirt, short pants, and sandals to complete that summer outfit. But what was a man doing in the middle of a snowstorm with a summer outfit? He had been used and betrayed. And now he was boiling with rage and hatred towards the people that he used to love. Those emotions made him warm, but nothing could stop his empty stomach from growling or his wound from bleeding. No matter what he tried to do, nothing would stop this big gash from letting his body fluids out and his belly from making weird noises. He was now desperate. Despair is a very dangerous emotion because it makes people unpredictable, but in this man’s case it only made his heart beat faster, and that made the blood escape from his body even faster. He was starting to lose the capability to see colour, not like he actually needed to see any colours in the desert of snow he was in. His consciousness was slowly fading until he felt a disturbing presence behind him. And as he slowly turned around, a terrible pain shot through his stomach, and he woke up from his terrible nightmare. He stared at a hot puddle between his legs then looked out from his window to see the first snowflakes gently fall down like in his dream.