{So this one's an extract from a game me and my friends play; basically you'll get a word prompt and you have to WRITE,CREATIVELY.}
word prompt : HAZEL
HAZEL

She looked beautiful. Beautiful for once cause she saw her reflection in his eyes. Those hazel eyes which was undoubtedly unusual for an Indian guy.It was cold outside but she felt like that hazel colour was spreading warmth.She rested in his arms, all she felt was pure bliss as the ice cream with hazel nuts melted in her mouth.

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