>You trudge into the club room, feet heavy with fatigue. The Vice President looks at you and offers you her chair, brows furrowed in concern. You take it and with a nod from you she starts rubbing slow circles into your shoulders, making you sigh.
Well, good morning then. You look like you're stayed up a bit to late, didn't we? Of course, I'm not one to point fingers myself, ahaha!
Now, on to the word of the thread, right?
Let's try... "Frozen", shall we? It could be bitter and slow, a fall to the elements. Or it could be something preserved like amber, waiting to come back.
Alternatives are "Pristine", "Deep", "Trust" and "Hunt".
Now, you can write poetry or prose, maybe even a short story using these words or a word as a theme, or inspiration. There's no need to be shy, we all have to start somewhere, after all.
Of course, you can't get forced to do what you don't want to... But don't you want to write for us?
Now, try to take care of yourself, alright? After all, you're a good user~
Monika~
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>Your eyelids slowly fall, like sheets of iron giving way from their supports. When you come to, The Vice President's vanished and hours have passed. Your skin crawls.