beautiful, adventurous, willow, brilliant, question
"Never question me again" blasted out of her beautiful lips. As I stood in silent question, dismayed and anxious with her characteristic adventurous spirit, a pronounced chill swept through me. The cold stole my soul, biting yet brilliant. My chance had come. To break free from the bonds of this thorny willow.
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very chilling. i liked this, except for "the cold stole my soul" i'm never comfortable with the use of the word "soul." in this context too, i feel there could be something more specific and less abstract about how the narrator was affected by the experience. and the rhyme stole my soul is also something i'd avoid. i like the winter imagery.