'Where... Where am I? Why is it so cold?' As I thought this, I blinked my eyes open. The first thing I could see is darkness, as well as stone and iron bars. The air was freezing. And I felt like my skin had been frozen against ice. I shifted a little, only to have a jolt of pain run through my body. I gave a sharp gasp as a sharp pain shot across me. And I noticed that my wrists felt heavier then usual. 'What... What is going on...?' I then looked down to examine my body. Freezing iron was pressing against my neck. I could see now that my wrists and ankles had shackles on them. My right leg felt numbed to the point of intense pain. My jacket was missing. There was also a large rip in my shirt. It ran diagonal, from the bottom right to the
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
“On the count of three lift...one, two, three” said another working man. Instantly, I felt a pain shoot through my entire body and my legs began seeping blood at a vigorous rate, causing the men to quickly put me down. I cried out in misery, tears running down my face, while the working men contemplated on what to do with me.
As the man was taking a walk, it seemed like a very cold place from
Steve's roger's eyes snapped open, throttled to consciousness by severe and bone-penetrating cold. The muscles in his neck spasmed causing his jaw to slam into a broken chunk of ice. As he reflexively flinched away,a primal smothering terror seized his chest as he realized he was suffocatingly encased in raw arctic ice. Drawing a breath to scream, nerves in Steve's abdomen compressed under panicked muscle trauma. His diaphragm contracted deep into his body and Steve began to asphyxiate. Wave after wave of rib breaking contractions wracked his frozen body, sending him into violent death throes. Steve's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and ropes of clinging foam and mucus spilled from his mouth. His heart strained under his breast, exerting its last reserves of energy to keep beating.
I carefully pulled the bottom cabinet door closed, and with my bowl in my hand, I jumped. I did not make it to the floor. My feet were oddly dangling and did not touch the floor. I had a sharp pain in the left side of my butt. The cabinet handle had gotten pushed through the bottom of my butt cheek. I called for my mother’s help and she told me to hold on for a second. She was still in the bathroom and thought a bee stung me. I put my hands on top of the counter and lifted and away from the cabinet. I ran as fast as I could towards the bathroom with a trail of bright red blood behind me.
His body quivered and shook, his eyes were wide, but he saw nothing. He was too cold, his
I woke up to the sound of footsteps and voices pacing back and forth. From what I could establish I was in an industrialized room, which consisted only of a small bed and bathroom. I moved my eyes down and found myself wrapped in blankets. I yanked the blanket off only to discover bandages covering my arms and legs. Where am I? I asked myself. I began to hear keys rattling I shifted my head towards the steel door, as it suddenly opened. A broad, muscular man dressed in a navy officer uniform abruptly said “You’re Ralph, yes?” I instantly felt a strange sense of security hearing a mature voice.
( That was my best description it has a lot of detail and imagery.) It felt like a shock to that was going through my body. Also I remember that a aid helped me and they knew it was broke so
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g...
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.
it was hot enough to melt my brain. I feel my eyes flutter open. I shut them back closed. No use ,I open my eyes and shift my
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
All I know is that I was lying awake one night, feeling the thud of my heart getting quicker and quicker, and my hands getting consistently clammier. My vison was distorted by the tears that were slowly filling and falling from my eyes, but I could just about make out the faint outline of the more predominant items of furniture in my room. I didn’t know what to do, I had not even the slightest bit of power over what my body was doing, and my nails were far from the talons that would have been expected by the outcome of that dreadful night. The ease through which they tore through my skin, resembled the way scissors glide through paper. There was no resistance; it was as if my body wanted it to happen, but I don’t know why. What demented part of my mind would have caused my hands to move of their own accord and tear my skin into