Obviously, I'm not going to have much to say about my brother's drabbles; they originate from his mind, not mine. I merely give him a prompt and let him run with it... then pull an editing job (of varying degree) afterward. I suppose it's a good thing drabbles don't require a huge explanation or anything...
However, I will say I quite like the way he wrote this drabble. I've never seen him use such a style before, but I simplely must convince him to use it again.
G.R.I.T. Commander
Warmth. It surrounds me—the power and heat is overwhelming. Each step I take is a war against myself, a battle against my will. As I walk, my mind is set and yet torn on what I am about to do. As I reach the edge, my body screams to just end it, yet my mind won't let me. The warmth is almost unbearable by now, just another factor playing into my decision. No, I can't, but I must, but I won't. I slide it onto my finger and walk off, only to be stopped and thrown to the warmth.
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