Chapter 1 - Snow.
Submitted March 20, 2007 Updated March 20, 2007 Status Incomplete | Just some random words I slapped together when watching the snow fall outside. ^^U Sorry for the randomness. (one-shot)
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Chapter 1 - Snow.
Chapter 1 - Snow.
The snow is falling. Gently. Outside my window, it puts the world to sleep underneath a white blanket. The moonlight glows off its surface and I wonder if this is what the world looks like to a cat at night. Black and, of course, white.
Very white.
I stir. I long to be moving, not shut inside, underneath my quilts. I want to feel cold. Yes. Something different.
My bare feet touch the hard wood of the floor. There, that's cold.
I glide across the room, to my window, to look down at the street bellow. The window has a mind of its own because I barely touch it and it flies open.
Ah.
Snow.
I stick my tongue out. A flake melts. Snow tastes yummy. It's tasteless, but for some reason, it tastes... good.
Carefully, I lower my body out the window and land on the narrow roof below. I can't feel my toes anymore. Good. Something different.
There is a snowbank just under me. I jump. My feet sink into the bank, up to my knees. I pull myself out and walk away from my quilts.
I follow a path that is only visible to my eyes and it takes me to the countryside. By now, I can no longer feel my body.
Good. Something different.
Hmm. My feet hurt. Can cold make your feet hurt?
I keep walking. I'm not sure why, but I'm moving so much slower now. Strange.
Snow.
It's so deep out here.
I trip on something. My toes didn't even feel it. The snow comes up to greet me and covers me. It's cold. But I don't mind. It's something different.
I briefly wonder if I should go back. To my warm quilts. My feet hurt. Maybe they would feel better if I had a quilt.
But I don't want to go back. My body won't move anyway.
And this is different. So I'm going to try it.
...I wonder when they will find my body.
Very white.
I stir. I long to be moving, not shut inside, underneath my quilts. I want to feel cold. Yes. Something different.
My bare feet touch the hard wood of the floor. There, that's cold.
I glide across the room, to my window, to look down at the street bellow. The window has a mind of its own because I barely touch it and it flies open.
Ah.
Snow.
I stick my tongue out. A flake melts. Snow tastes yummy. It's tasteless, but for some reason, it tastes... good.
Carefully, I lower my body out the window and land on the narrow roof below. I can't feel my toes anymore. Good. Something different.
There is a snowbank just under me. I jump. My feet sink into the bank, up to my knees. I pull myself out and walk away from my quilts.
I follow a path that is only visible to my eyes and it takes me to the countryside. By now, I can no longer feel my body.
Good. Something different.
Hmm. My feet hurt. Can cold make your feet hurt?
I keep walking. I'm not sure why, but I'm moving so much slower now. Strange.
Snow.
It's so deep out here.
I trip on something. My toes didn't even feel it. The snow comes up to greet me and covers me. It's cold. But I don't mind. It's something different.
I briefly wonder if I should go back. To my warm quilts. My feet hurt. Maybe they would feel better if I had a quilt.
But I don't want to go back. My body won't move anyway.
And this is different. So I'm going to try it.
...I wonder when they will find my body.
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LadyAvali620 on March 25, 2007, 9:00:21 AM
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Wow....very...dark, but not dark...cuz snow is white... Makes me think of snow differently. 0.o Beautiful combination of words, is this a free verse poem? anyways, great job. Thumbs UP Elichan!
EliChan on March 25, 2007, 9:05:30 AM
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chibibreeder on March 20, 2007, 6:04:51 AM
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EliChan on March 20, 2007, 1:30:15 PM
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