Post by Silver on Nov 27, 2011 19:42:56 GMT -6
This is my first story so bear with me...
And The Cold Sets In
All over the world different things occur. Most are not the same, all but a few. Weather it's rain, sun, snow, or some sort of storm. Almost always.
I sat at my table on a blistering day. The sun was weak and dull as it peered through the thick clouds. My homework lay infront of me, untouched and unloved. A yellow pencil hovered over the lined page waiting to sing it's story. A fluttering caught my eye and I turned to see it. A small little bird had fluttered down and landed on a snow-frosted flower pot. The plant was Shri led and brittle, yet it stood tall. The bird seemed to look right at me as it ruffled it's snowy plumage. It was small and it was a greyish white and it's eyes were coal. It was the eyes that unsettled me the most, they were dark and forboding and vastly inteligent. My unfinished and unstarted homework lay forgotten on the table. I didn't get up I was just fascinated by the bird. Common sense told me to look away and to back off but, I couldn't. The little white bird raised it's wings as if to take off in flight. That's when I noticed the minute icicles hanging of it's feathers. I hadn't noticed them before because they were the same color as the feathers. Realization dawned on me and so did fright. There were no feathers, the bird was made of ice. The bird lowered it's wings and it rose to the sky. I thought I could almost here the cracking of ice as it first sets in. Then I found that it was true. A thin span of ice had formed from where it had flown of and was quickly spreading and thickening over everything in sight. I felt an unnatural cold creep up my spine, it was fear. I wanted to call out, to run, to escape but I can't. Somehow the ice had crept inside the house. I felt my legs start to freeze over qiclky moving up to my waist. I was soon consumed as well was my house. The ice didn't stop there, in days the ice had moved from city to city, state to state, country to country, until nothing moved. Nothing except for the grayish white bird that had caused it all.
And The Cold Sets In
All over the world different things occur. Most are not the same, all but a few. Weather it's rain, sun, snow, or some sort of storm. Almost always.
I sat at my table on a blistering day. The sun was weak and dull as it peered through the thick clouds. My homework lay infront of me, untouched and unloved. A yellow pencil hovered over the lined page waiting to sing it's story. A fluttering caught my eye and I turned to see it. A small little bird had fluttered down and landed on a snow-frosted flower pot. The plant was Shri led and brittle, yet it stood tall. The bird seemed to look right at me as it ruffled it's snowy plumage. It was small and it was a greyish white and it's eyes were coal. It was the eyes that unsettled me the most, they were dark and forboding and vastly inteligent. My unfinished and unstarted homework lay forgotten on the table. I didn't get up I was just fascinated by the bird. Common sense told me to look away and to back off but, I couldn't. The little white bird raised it's wings as if to take off in flight. That's when I noticed the minute icicles hanging of it's feathers. I hadn't noticed them before because they were the same color as the feathers. Realization dawned on me and so did fright. There were no feathers, the bird was made of ice. The bird lowered it's wings and it rose to the sky. I thought I could almost here the cracking of ice as it first sets in. Then I found that it was true. A thin span of ice had formed from where it had flown of and was quickly spreading and thickening over everything in sight. I felt an unnatural cold creep up my spine, it was fear. I wanted to call out, to run, to escape but I can't. Somehow the ice had crept inside the house. I felt my legs start to freeze over qiclky moving up to my waist. I was soon consumed as well was my house. The ice didn't stop there, in days the ice had moved from city to city, state to state, country to country, until nothing moved. Nothing except for the grayish white bird that had caused it all.
