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Basically this is an idea of you taking an old excerpt or small blerb of words.
For example! This was done in 17.
well shit imagine you and your girlfriend waking up to snow and her shaking you. You smile and ask her what's going on. Amazed, she pointed out the window and you notice snow on your sill. A look had stolen across her face: pure wonder. So you both get up and take a shower together, and get all bundled up in clothes. She uses one of your shirts as an undershirt, below her sweater and heavy jacket. She looks gorgeous either way. So you both step out in the snow, and the cool brittle air hits your face, stinging pleasantly at your eyes and cheeks. The white, unblemished snow glimmered. Your gf runs out like a child, not even pausing to take a picture. You join her in a day of fun. It's the end of the day, and you sit on the porch and look up at the stars with the love of your life and a cup of coca. The stars twinkled as the streetlamps send eerie whiteness across the snow and the few snowmen you built with your girlfriend. You realize that winter may be terrible in some aspects, but the best parts make up for it.
My remake in 19, around the same time.
Imagine you wake up to a brighter sun in a wintry morning. You were not woken up by the sun, but rather your girlfriend shaking you, with a wide smile painted on her cute features, which were framed by her soft black hair. Her bright green eyes gleamed in excitement as she suddenly pointed up to the windowsill, which was covered in snow.
I sat up with a jolt, holding onto her steadily as my own gaze followed her finger to the outside world, which was covered by a fluffy blanket of white snow. We stood, jumped into the shower together, then got bundled up in each other’s clothes. I stole her biggest jacket while she wore one of my shirts under her layers.
Soon we were outside, with the air tickling our cheeks, making our eyes burn and nipping at our ears. My girlfriend didn’t hesitate to even look around; she flung herself into the snow, painting her tracks across the lawn and past the Christmas decorations, somehow covering herself head to toe in snow in two seconds. I joined her not soon, enjoying building, throwing, and hiding in the snow.
After the big day we had together, I went inside to grab us a couple cups of cocoa, as we leaned against each other with the steam rising up into the darkening, chilly air. Streetlamps threw their eerie yellow light down on the snow still remaining, as well as over the snowmen smiling off in the distance together.
Winter may be terrible in some ways, but the most wonderful parts make up for it.