Literature
Strong As Iron
Snowflakes gently fluttered to the forest floor in the chilly winter air. It was completely silent. Tranquil even. The trees were covered with a blanket of white, glittering frost; and beneath them, the soil of the earth was also encased with the white snow. It was a seemingly peaceful winter day. But the silence was broken by the steady crunching of snow that echoed through the forest. A young male, looking about in his twenties, walked through the snowy forest without a care. He was wearing a worn out leather suit. Truthfully, it needed replacing.
The boy had spikey, dirty blonde hair and eyes the color of evergreen trees. One would desc