Drabbles and Babbles and One-Shots, Oh My!

A/N: This is the first drabble I've ever done. Never had much interest in them as I'm usually too wordy. In my opinion, a drabble should be short, concise and flow smoothly, preferably with an ending that leaves the reader going...whoa. The challenge theme for this one was snow.


Snow. As it gently fell around her, she remembered that she'd once thought of it as pretty. That was in another lifetime, when she'd had a soul capable of being touched by beauty. She stretched out her hand to capture a few of the falling flakes, watched dispassionately as they did not melt in her icy palm.

Once she'd been alive, able to feel the warmth of another's skin next to hers, able to warm another's lips with her own.

Now she didn't even know if the memories belonged to her or to one of the captured souls that whispered in her mind.