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The wind howls through ashen clouds. So cold and uncomfortable you shiver. Hairs standing erect on your back. Your blue lips suddenly quiver.
Maybe they called it Nemo because you can't find anyone in it, A white haze across your vision, numb within a minute. I'm not sure if my toes are there; I can no longer feel them.
#miracleworkingmugshouldbemyjobtitle What. Sorry. What did you say. Worst snow for 50 years. No way. And my boss still wants me to go. 200 mile trip in heavy blizzard snow.
#slippedontheicelikeatwat. My warm winter coat is not enough Neighbours dog was too cold to woof.
"Autumn?" a voice asks. I spin around, wet, heavy snow blocking my view. "Autumn. Is that you?" The voice asks again. Suddently I recognize the voice. "Autumn!" I run.
Air so cold it freezes your lungs. Teeth chattering don't bite your tongue. It makes you shiver and clench your fists. Fighting your way through the fog and mist.
The icy wind was harsh, as was the tone in his voice. He said: "One of us has to die. We have no other Choice!" They all looked at each other, each trusting his words where true.
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
the unexpected journey: Whoosh, as the air flys past our sledge, I've never ridden on a sledge this fast, or at this time in the lune.
She pushed herself forward through the blizzard. Maybe when the snow stopped she would know where to go, but that was unlikely, it never stopped snowing here.
The surface of my skin is frosty,. And my hands are clamped,. The clouds of sleet are so feisty,. While my hair is getting damped,. The ice is seeping through my shirt,.
After the crash, I felt numb and sick with pain, to the extent that I had never felt before. I tried to stand up but my arms and legs gave way the moment I tried to move.
The wind blew cold around me, Making me shiver and shake, I curled up beneath the large, oak tree, And stared at a falling snowflake.
I'm writinf a short story. :) If you would like me to continue please comment. If I get 10 likes I will. ----------------------------- It was winter, cold all around and no spot of grass in sight.
Tempting is the thought of warmth in the face of sour wind. Pushing through the air, thick with the microbial crystals of ice, breathing heavily and sharply inhaling feeling the chill I move through.
Janice looked down at her broken leg and laughed. There was no way she was going to make it for the exam in time any more. At least she had a good excuse. It was 1983.
There was snow falling all around. Whitening everything for as for as you could see. I looked over to the window toward my mum.