Hello. It's been quite some time since I uploaded anything, and I decided to make a winter special. Even though I wrote this in about an hour, I think it's pretty good, considering the lack of time I put into it. I hope to get working on Leo's Confessions 2 soon. But, seeing as how my work ethic has gone down the window, I won't guarantee it. I hope you enjoy this drabble o' mine.
The first snowfall I've ever seen was this year, even though I have the body of an 18 year old and I live in Russia. I have been inside of a tube all of my life, slowly being created. I was created solely because my creator had lost his daughter, and he needed something to fill in the hole in his heart. That is what I have been told, but others say I was created to serve someone. I am the spitting image of my creators daughter, but I have the arms and wings of a monster. A moster. Out of the few months that I have had oil pump through my veins, nobody had told me why I had these hideous saws coming out of my hands. When I first saw it, I did not know how it happened or what to do with them. Then a person in a bright white coat pressed a consealed button on my back. I since learned how to control it, but I still have some trouble getting them back in.
I first experienced the thing that they called snow at the tournament. I was sitting on the park bench, talking to Lars. It was a nice, sunny, afternoon, only a few clouds in the sky. They were dark grey clouds. Lars and I were eating lunch, and a single cloud flew overhead, and the wind suddenly stopped. Many small white balls fell from the sky, and one landed on my nose. I asked Lars, "What is this, and why is it cold?" He answered, "That, my friend, is called snow. You should get it where you live." It fell on Lars' hair, which isn't really a surprise. It's really pointy, and it defies gravity. On a side note, I've heard gravity is important.
I've been home for a little while now. There is snow on the ground and buildings. It is cold every day, and I am slowly getting used to the coldness. People are out less than they were when I woke up. I only see people when they go to work, come back from work, and go out to get the snow off of the streets. It looks extremely grim, every day. That is why a lot of the people who worked in the lab moved away to Greece.
If you take a close look at two snowflakes, they will not look the same. Like people. Like everything on this earth, well, maybe not, but a lot of things look different. That is what I like about snowflakes. They are unique, like experincing things for the first time.
I like Alisa. I don't know why. So, I hope to be writing more soon. Sleep, be well, eat fruit, and remember; it ain't illegal until she presses charges. Happy hunting.
