“Da-“

“Language!”

“Ugh I was going to say dang it’s cold. Why are you like this?”

“Because I can be. Bwahahaha! Oh

What’s this”

“Is that blood?”

“Ewwww nasty”

“Dude this is serious, it could be a hurt animal, or worse…”

“Let’s follow it!”

“What? Wait up!”

*follows blood trail in snow*

“Oh hey Jason!” *says in deep weird voice*

“Oh hey Mitch!” *says in deep weird voice*

“Not even your n...

I feel

Red

Red

Red

Drip

Drop

Drip

Drop

I think I’m bleeding

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

Someone will see the

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

Maybe the snow will wash it away, wash the

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

It’s on my hands and on my head

Red

Red

Red

Drip Drop Drip Drop

I rememb...

It hasn’t stopped raining for several days; I think it’s winter.

I’ve been away since yesterday, and I have nothing to show for it.

I’m almost home now; I know that line of oaks.

There’s a trail of red. I’ll follow it and see what happens.

I’m not scared of death any longer.

I am getting closer to where I’m going. The smell fills the air.

I pull back the bushes. Dinner is served....

Trying to walk home quickly in the storm, you notice drops of blood in the snow in front of you, leading away into the woods.

Quickly you think to yourself: “Hell nah” and ignore the blood and walk straight home.

You don’t feel like being the main character that gets murdered in the woods.

Being a surviving side character will do....

Being what I like to think of as a horror aficionado, I knew better than to follow the ominous trail of blood in the snow. I knew the second those drops disappeared into the woods, nothing good would come of it or me. And still I followed. Storm and common sense be damned.

So as I lay here, looking from my left leg, which is cocked at a strange angle to my body, to my right leg, which is currently...

Trying to walk home quickly in the storm, you notice drops of blood in the snow in front of you, leading away into the woods.

I fret over the blood droplets and wonder what animal left them there. I follow the droplets, crazy as I am, since the storm is flourishing. Then as I approach it’s like God knows I want to help. The storm lessons. I skip around a conifer tree following the droplets an...

“It’s freezing” Sarah thought, as snowflakes tapped against her glasses.

The air was bitter, and the wind whistled through her ears.

Putting her hands in her pockets, she felt the sting of warmth up against her sides.

Snow crunching beneath her boots, the setting sun revealed her surroundings with a red-orange haze.

As she scanned everything near her nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until s...

The cold bites at my face making me think that my cheeks and nose are burning with it. The snow has been coming down all afternoon and by the time I started walking home from the village it is now a full blown snow storm. My vision is seriously limited and I can barely see a few feet in front of me. It was becoming harder and harder with each step that I took to even keep my eyes open, it was begi...

Snow White.

That’s what came to mind as I spotted the droplets of red dotting the bright, white snow. The contrast was striking. A deep apple red against the soft white glow of the powder.

What had happened here?

I followed the slick red streaks up to the wood line and contemplated whether or not to enter into this mystery.

The footprints beside the blood were indistinguishable. The falling sno...

Dear Diary, 2/15/95

It snowed earlier this afternoon, long after I had left the house for school. Mother bundled me up in layers, which fought off the bitter cold as I went as quickly as I could without slipping on the ice.

At first I thought it was silly, but after hours of schoolwork and we’d had finally got let out, I realized I was the foolish on...