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Warmth in the Ice

Write a story, poem, descriptive passage, or short scene, which uses this theme.

Cold

The icy air consumed everything, I slowly walked around looking for warmth. Each step in the snow felt like stepping through a stack of paper, the wind howled, snow flew around, the fog clouded the whole world. I barely could see a few inches in front of me, at this point I should've just laid down and given up. Not like anyone would save me, everyone was gone. I cupped my hands around my mouth and blew into my hands, hopping to unfreeze my hands.

Then I saw it.

The small building. I felt like giving up but I forced myself to continue. I quickly twisted the door knob but it wouldn't move. The door froze along with everything else. I quickly threw myself at the door, slowly the door creaked. I pulled at the knob and the door flew open, I rushed inside, the warmth hit me, just like a wave of water hit me. The smell of the warmth felt almost comforting, like a mother tending to her child.

I looked around. I was lucky to make it out, yet I failed. I couldn't find anyone. Not even one person in sight. It's like everyone disappeared from the world. I vowed something to myself.

Next time I go out I promise to find someone, even if it caused my death.


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