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Warmth in the Ice
Write a story, poem, descriptive passage, or short scene, which uses this theme.
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She is protected
The layers of cold, hard and guarding
Layers of hurt over the years collected
She once sang out but was met with a hushing.
She once smiled even when being tormented.
Layers built up
Now nothing could come in.
Nothing could escape.
Not the warmth tucked away in her heart.
While existent it was not enough to thaw
It dwindled under the surface, not exstinguishing at all
Sh...
They say to live in the present, let go of the past, and brace yourself for the future. Sometimes I wonder if its true or not. I try to not spend all night laughing or crying about things that have already happened, but its not that easy. Memories are like skin, you can’t live without them. Maybe sometimes you have to live in the past, or even the future. That just sounds wrong. I trudge through t...
High above the city
In a castle made of ice
Rules the grand ice king;
Stony and cold.
He is cruel and uncaring
His people are of least concern
All the ice king cares about
Is his lost queen
Long ago
The sun people ruled a sunny kingdom;
The Ice ruled a cold world
Rivals constantly at war;
But though this hatred
Killed and destroyed
Two young heirs were enveloped in
Love
They devised a plan
To ...
“Lilly!” I ran quickly through the iceberg’s caverns, ducking and dogging through the gigantic ice walls. mom is gonna kill me if we’re late again “Lillian!!!” My boots are slipping, preventing me from sprinting as fast as i want. I hull in a breath to call her once more when i hear a voice, “nick?”
My head snaps to my right and there she stands, she look ridiculously small compared to the makesh...
His face was stern. I saw his temples pulsing as he ground his teeth up and down to the nerves. Eyes ice cold, he stared at me, taking in what I had said.
“And you’re sure about that?”
I nodded.
With a heavy sigh, his face became even tenser. He flicked his tongue over his bone-dry lips. Lips that I used to admire, desire.
I made a motion to stand up, grabbing my bag. He put out an arm and...
We never made it to the bed
Our longing brittle as winter branches
Rekindled
Resurfaced
Cracking the frost
The ice groaned
Shuddering beneath our feet
We splintered
At one point my head banged into the coffee table your
Laughter bubbled out
Throaty head thrown back
and I remembered our first time together
years ago when I was all thumbs and you were nervous laughter
I froze
then I laughed ...
Here I am again. Laying in the fluffy snow. No coat, I never needed one. The snow bites and claws my skin, fighting to embrace me in a frosty hug. I don’t fight it, I never have. I allow my cumbersome body to sink into the now melting snow, as if I were all but dead weight. The snow starts to melt away my senses. Snow doesn’t care if you had or have a life, loved ones, memories. It just consoumes ...
No matter how much I’m scared to get hurt
I will for you
I’ll do anything for you
You won’t ever hurt me
You’re soul is so beautiful to smile at
Im a unique person
But I found you…. an even more unique soul
I can get lost in you for hours
I want to become the best person for you anything I can
The one that catches your eye
The one you can find in a crowd
You are the only one who makes me ...
This was his favourite moment. When darkness surrounded his world, immersing him in its nothingness. Sitting there in that room, only the streetlights from outside making things half-visible. The only sound being the occasional car driving by over the wet road, muffled by the thick double layered windows. He could barely make out the objects around him, but he didn’t need to. He knew exactly where...
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