Friday, 6 June 2014

Bailey's 100wc

I was running towards the large iron gateways to warmth and hospitality. Thick blood snow coated my pale shivering body and blackness began to grow on my fingertips. The cold was excruciatingly painful and I realized I would have no hope in surviving the blizzard. The village was only several kilometers away so I anticipated that friends or family would soon rescue my soul. I crouched towards the frozen ground and hallucinated images of my life began to appear ahead  of me. My body was paralyzed though I could still feel the snow burning against my cheeks. My sky blue eyes gradually began to shut.

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