So..yeah..my brother sent me this thing he wrote, so i'm posting it right here and now, even though he isn't finished! Be happy. He put old english in it, which is a bit weird. well anyways, here it is.


Flash back:
I could feel the wind rush through my hair. It was crisp and sharp, but it didn’t pierce me like the chilly ice flakes of the so forth winter blizzard. I looked at my friends, Vincent and Sky, my two best buddies, and they were shaking as if naked in the city of Moscow.

“ Pierre, what gives thee so much warmth?” Vincent asked, as his teeth chattered.

“Shall I be the one begging for warmth? Nay, for has thy right clothing and body heat as a bear from the north.”

“Yea, full of such warmth, as compared to I, cold as the water or the Artic.”