Friday, February 3, 2012

Snow

Lost, can't see the trail, just snow and icy whiteness.  So deathly cold, my legs won't move, can't move, must rest now.  Christmas, the tree is shroud-like white, but the blanket, the one with the small pink rabbits covers me--the last sleep.


This is for the weekend http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/:  write a story in three sentences.

21 comments:

  1. Can you tell we are having a blizzard here? Thanks for your comment.

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  2. Thank you. I guess I was remembering some of those Jack London stories.

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  3. I just found your blog, and what a wonderful place to inspire more writing (for me, that is). I love it! Keep up the love of words for all of us!
    Meri
    http://merigoesround.com

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    1. Thank you, Meri. Writing can be magical, what would we do without the internet and the encouragement others give us?

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  4. I love the image of the blanket at the end, whether it's a hallucination or the snow is impossible to say. Very Jack London!

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  5. Thanks for joining up for this one, Natalie. I've read this a few times now and I like it a lot. Your 3 sentences convey so much of the desperation of the situation. 'So deathly cold, my legs won't move, can't move, must rest now' -- the body is giving up but you also capture beautifully how the mind is also weakening. I hope you'll be back foe our weekly challenge on Monday.

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  6. Brutal way to go...at least there was a good memory to carry him/her to the end

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  7. I had in mind how we love our baby blankets; how comforting they are. Thank you for your comment.

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  8. I felt cold and sleepy just reading this - nice creation of atmosphere!

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    1. The atmosphere is here outside, 2 feet of snow! Inspiration.

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  9. very good i like this one its so cold! :)

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  10. Living here in Colorado, makes one think about what it would be like to get caught in a snowstorm with no hope of rescue.

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  11. Yikes! What a way to go but peaceful? Loved the imagined blanket at the end.

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  12. It reminds me of the fairy tale about the girl with the matches...so sad. Was it Andersen? I don't remember.

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  13. "The Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. Did I read this story a long, long time ago? The stories are eerily similar, Christmas tree included. Wikipedia has the whole story, illustration as well. Thank you!

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