She pulled the jacket closer and tighter around herself and moved ahead. With every step she took, Her boots squished deeper into the thick snow, making it difficult for her to walk. Her palms, bare of the gloves, had turned into marble. She buried them deep into the pockets of her jacket, attempting to revive them back. after almost Every 10 steps, she stopped and shook the falling snow off herself which tended to settle on her head and shoulders.
What was she doing here? The weather channel had clearly predicted a blizzard and warnings had been sent out to everyone to stay indoors. So what was she doing out here today?
She looked at the white desert that lay in front of her. There was stark blankness all around. The road that once there was, was no more visible. But yet she kept moving. She didnt need to know where the road was. It was the same path that she had traced a million times before. She could have walked on it with blindfolded eyes.
She kept moving, slowly, counting each step. The cold that had seeped right into the core of her bones were hindering her movement, but ye...
There I was, stumbling watery-eyed through Minneapolis' whipping sub-zero winds. I'd lost feeling in my lower extremities. Frosted saliva dotted my cheeks as I gasped for air.
She started to try and forget and just fall asleep, but her thoughts would always wander too far for her to return to her natural state of mind. She contemplated with herself, why she was running away? What she was running away from?
Debut novel by hip-hop rap artist Sister Souljah, whose No Disrespect (1994), which mixes sexual history with political
I had finally seen an ending to this infinite trail. She slowed down and smiled her smile was as enchanting as the sun peeping through the intertwined trees. We had now arrived at the edge of a cliff it looked like no one had been there before. The sun was gleaming like the heavens and the sea right in front of the cliff lifted its spirit and crashed into the cliff. She sat down in a patch of grass and opened up her bag. She took out a photo of Vivian, a dress and a pair of shoes she left them there and laid down to next to it still smiling.
"You alright? You're looking a bit cold." I ask, goosebumps started to rise on my arms and legs as well. It was getting cold, which was definitely odd.
The drive to cross the Kentucky border had taken hours and hours of strenuous patience to finally arrive in another state. The view was by far country like as hints of cow manure could be smelled far from a distance. We drive through small towns, half the size of our hometown of Glen Ellyn had been the biggest town we've seen if not smaller. The scenery had overwhelmed us, as lumps of Earth from a great distance turned to perfectly molded hills, but as we got closer and closer to our destination the hills no longer were hills anymore, instead the hills had transformed to massive mountains of various sizes. These mountains surrounded our every view as if we had sunken into a great big deep hole of green pastures. Our path of direction was seen, as the trails of our road that had followed for numerous hours ended up winding up the mountainous mountains in a corkscrew dizzy-like matter.
worn down his "Grande Armee" was forced into a painful retreat through the deep freezing cold
"Dressed for snow, the woman wears a blue, long-sleeved, lined overgown over a blue undergown. Pattens protect her feet while two headwraps and a hat protect her head."
Today as I was getting ready to go out, I started debating whether I even wanted to go outside because it was so cold. I started to realize how difficult it would be for me to acclimate to such drastic change in weather. It's silly to think that that was the only thing that made me nervous about moving here, but Florida is so much warmer that it doesn't compare. I caught myself wishing for some of that Florida weather and couldn't imagine what I would do when it got colder than 45 degrees. However, once I opened my eyes to the reality that I actually hated the heavy humidity in the Florida air that made it difficult to breath at times and that there is a nice warm feeling that the winter brings around. I wasn't
It was winter in Camelot, and Merlin wandered along the peaceful path in the Darkling Woods, his boots sinking into the pristine snow. The first snowfall of the season always held magic and lifted his spirits.
She looked out towards the sky, weak rays of sunlight were breaking through the horizon. She knew people were beginning to stir. She also knew that she would have to leave soon. She just wished she didn’t have
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Digging into the snow with my boots while stabilizing my body with the uninjured arm, I inch across the hill, lose my foothold, and plummet downward.
The year was 1992; a cold December arctic wind had brought a chance of snow to the area. It was the weekend and time to relax after a long hard week at work. The weather service had predicted several inches of snow to blanket the region by the next day. Not to worry: it was the weekend and traveling was not a necessity.
The sun was still below the horizon but the clouds above the mountains were tainted the color of pomegranates. Around me the shadows seemed empty. I tried not to look into the brush as I walked down the driveway. I had stopped before, looking to see the back of the shadows; staring hard, only to have them retreat from my eyes indefinitely. Invisible birds called from within. Their sound followed me down the driveway and onto the road.