

Ordinary- Part 1It was an ordinary day: not quite sunny, not quite cloudy. The weather forecast said that there would be rain, and people tended to stay inside on such a day, as though it gave them an excuse to be lazy. He was an ordinary man, of average height. He led an ordinary life, had an ordinary job, and was having a particularly ordinary day. So far, he had eaten an ordinary breakfast, and was now on his way to his job, which was, come to think of it, quite ordinary and relatively unimportant.Ordinary- Part 1
The world around him was dull, but he still felt the need to preserve it. Therefore, he was riding his bike to work. He was on his way through the


SynthesisShe pressed her hands against the cold glass, fingers brushing the tips of the mountains outside. The silhouette of warmth crept out from around her fingers, framing her pale hands. The fog pulsed with her breath, melting into the snow, an icy cloud. She dragged her hands down the window, leaving long streaks of fog behind. She arched her fingers, pressing the long nails against the glass. They bent and cracked against the glazed surface. Then the window shook; flakes of ice fell, leaving dents in the snow outside. She wouldnt have seen the bird if it hadnt been for the blood.Synthesis
Its eyes were closed, but the tiny chest
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