Frozen wonderland Millions of different snowflakes Snowballs being thrown Putting on a three layers of socks Making snow angels Spending time inside with your family Sled riding down the steepest hill Turning the heat up when nobody is looking Pulling all the blankets out of the closet Only in a frozen wonderland
The snow drifts down into the thick woods. The wind chills my already frozen body. I go closer to the wreckage of our small two-man plane in hopes of finding my friend Jonathan alive and well. There is a pile of wreckage from the wing covering what looks like a body. I start digging through the metal and paint covered canvas and find Johns stiff, limp corpse under the pile. His eyes are open and his mouth is agape. There is a very large shard of metal sticking out of his stomach along with his thick blood covering his shirt. I take his jacket and put it on myself, not in disrespect but to stay warm. He doesn't need it anymore and it could save my life. I begin to realize how unforgiving the frigid winters of the Canadian north are. I now have to make a choice, do I work on a formidable shelter or try to get a fire going. The wind kicks up and chills me to the bone so I decide to get a fire going and crawl into the remains of our plane as a shelter. This system is not perfect but it will have to do until tomorrow. I go about gathering firewood and get a stack of small sticks about the thickness of a pencil. Now I need an ignition source. I look for the gas tank in hopes that it still has fuel in it. I notice that it has been severed from the underside of the plane and is laying in the pile if debris. I pick it up and shake it finding that it has only ounces of fuel left in it. I set a piece of the thin, flat metal from the plane on the ground in hopes of creating a quick fire platform so that the snow doesn't keep putting my fire out. I make a little pool of gasoline in a piece of the metal that I decide I will bend and shape like a bowl. I now grab the battery from the plane and a strip of metal to short it out with. I short out the battery with the strip of metal using my gloves as a barrier so I don't get electrocuted. I throw sparks into the pool of gas which is now underneath of my fire structure and the fumes from the gas ignite with a massive puff of red and orange flames. I crawl up close to the fire so that I can warm my frozen hands. The wolves howl in the distance and night is upon me. I hope that rescue comes in the morning, but it doesn't matter if I can't survive the night.
But able to tell a story By a simple few strokes Stuck in one place Cheeks hurting from the same dull smile Man or woman? Always seems to be the question For the name is female And her looks are primarily feminine But has slight masculine features What was once a blank canvas Is now a masterpiece That has many unanswered questions
Icy droplets colliding with our tanned skin. Playfully shrieking. Trying to escape the chill from a muddy garden hose. Sprinting through the dampened grass To slide down a plastic runway. Those things never did last. Sugared fruit Popsicles No longer frozen Dripping smoothly under the Summer sun. Making memories Because it was our Summer.
Frozen breath Mist in the air A gasp Solidifying before me A moment Captured in The space beyond me Frozen breath Life sustaining Hovering Until it has faded Into nothing Every five seconds A billowing cloud Signifies The passing time And each Frozen breath Is five seconds closer To the end
The thrill of sitting on a shelf in below freezing temperatures was indescribable. Observing people of all different ages and sizes, who peered at me through the glass door like I was in an exhibit, was a fantastic pastime. What really boosted my self esteem was when the other bags and boxes around me were selected and tossed into customers' shopping carts. No one wanted a frozen bag of peas.
One day, I was engaging in an enthralling debate with a frozen bag of carrots about whether the color green or the color orange is more flattering. It was a heated debate in the frozen food aisle. We were so immersed in our discussion, that we did not even notice the small toddler running straight for the glass.
We were jarred out of our conversation when a bang shattered through the entire freezer. All of the frozen food products immediately became silent. A small child was lying flat on his back on the ground, and covering his forehead with his hand. The most awful wail erupted from the boy.
We were all stunned as we observed the mother scurrying over to comfort her child. She examined the bump on his head, and with no time to lose, she opened the freezer and reached in. Her hand was coming straight for me! The peas within my bag began to tremble with joy. It was our moment!
The mom grabbed me from the shelf. She hastily then applied me to her son's injured forehead. I tried to ignore the carrots' snickers as they watched my soothing effect on the child.
Well, that was one way to get off the shelf. At least I was good for something.
Frozen Popsicles The movie frozen Sitting by the fireplace Drinking hot chocolate Making a snowman Snowball fight Sled riding Covering up in warm comfy blankets.
I remember how you came to me In the night so still And held the pillow Over my face As I kicked Clawed And groped I remember how you threw me Dragged me Out into that field With grass that whispered to us From realms of those long asleep And as the frigid night whipped you dug my bed Of eternity Where you left me Alone Frozen Dead.
Walking threw the cold forest Walking over branches Stumbling over rocks Looking side to side Gazing top to bottom My eyes are drawn I see a large clump of snow I walk words it It looks like the outline of a body It was the missing girl She was dead Freezing body No blood flow Frozen
She was special, different from all of the other girls. She had a special talent; a gift. She had the ability to freeze time. If she was ever faced with an awkward situation, she could just freeze everyone around her and think of a solution. Running late for school? She would just freeze everythingand take her time. She would leave time frozen and go take a nap. It really came in handy during her busy days. She had the opportunity to just pause everything and take a breather. Everyone else thought she was weird, freaky. But me? I was just jealous.
She was cold, She was ice, She was smart. Nothing could hurt her anymore. Her heart was frozen. Her mind was closed. She protected herself, And nothing could hurt her. Nothing came in, and nothing got out. Not one single feeling ever escaped. Don't you know it's easier that way?
Frozen wonderland
ReplyDeleteMillions of different snowflakes
Snowballs being thrown
Putting on a three layers of socks
Making snow angels
Spending time inside with your family
Sled riding down the steepest hill
Turning the heat up when nobody is looking
Pulling all the blankets out of the closet
Only in a frozen wonderland
The snow drifts down into the thick woods. The wind chills my already frozen body. I go closer to the wreckage of our small two-man plane in hopes of finding my friend Jonathan alive and well. There is a pile of wreckage from the wing covering what looks like a body. I start digging through the metal and paint covered canvas and find Johns stiff, limp corpse under the pile. His eyes are open and his mouth is agape. There is a very large shard of metal sticking out of his stomach along with his thick blood covering his shirt. I take his jacket and put it on myself, not in disrespect but to stay warm. He doesn't need it anymore and it could save my life. I begin to realize how unforgiving the frigid winters of the Canadian north are. I now have to make a choice, do I work on a formidable shelter or try to get a fire going. The wind kicks up and chills me to the bone so I decide to get a fire going and crawl into the remains of our plane as a shelter. This system is not perfect but it will have to do until tomorrow. I go about gathering firewood and get a stack of small sticks about the thickness of a pencil. Now I need an ignition source. I look for the gas tank in hopes that it still has fuel in it. I notice that it has been severed from the underside of the plane and is laying in the pile if debris. I pick it up and shake it finding that it has only ounces of fuel left in it. I set a piece of the thin, flat metal from the plane on the ground in hopes of creating a quick fire platform so that the snow doesn't keep putting my fire out. I make a little pool of gasoline in a piece of the metal that I decide I will bend and shape like a bowl. I now grab the battery from the plane and a strip of metal to short it out with. I short out the battery with the strip of metal using my gloves as a barrier so I don't get electrocuted. I throw sparks into the pool of gas which is now underneath of my fire structure and the fumes from the gas ignite with a massive puff of red and orange flames. I crawl up close to the fire so that I can warm my frozen hands. The wolves howl in the distance and night is upon me. I hope that rescue comes in the morning, but it doesn't matter if I can't survive the night.
ReplyDeleteYou really should read White Fang and Endurance. I am bringing them both in for you.
DeleteStill
ReplyDeleteNever moving
But able to tell a story
By a simple few strokes
Stuck in one place
Cheeks hurting from the same dull smile
Man or woman?
Always seems to be the question
For the name is female
And her looks are primarily feminine
But has slight masculine features
What was once a blank canvas
Is now a masterpiece
That has many unanswered questions
She's frozen
Except her eyes
Icy droplets colliding with our tanned skin.
ReplyDeletePlayfully shrieking.
Trying to escape the chill from a muddy garden hose.
Sprinting through the dampened grass
To slide down a plastic runway.
Those things never did last.
Sugared fruit Popsicles
No longer frozen
Dripping smoothly under the Summer sun.
Making memories
Because it was our Summer.
What a creative approach. It was great to think about summer! Thank you Mary!
DeleteFrozen breath
ReplyDeleteMist in the air
A gasp
Solidifying before me
A moment
Captured in
The space beyond me
Frozen breath
Life sustaining
Hovering
Until it has faded
Into nothing
Every five seconds
A billowing cloud
Signifies
The passing time
And each
Frozen breath
Is five seconds closer
To the end
Send to Teen Ink. I love this one.
DeleteIt was an exciting life in the frozen food aisle.
ReplyDeleteThe thrill of sitting on a shelf in below freezing temperatures was indescribable. Observing people of all different ages and sizes, who peered at me through the glass door like I was in an exhibit, was a fantastic pastime. What really boosted my self esteem was when the other bags and boxes around me were selected and tossed into customers' shopping carts. No one wanted a frozen bag of peas.
One day, I was engaging in an enthralling debate with a frozen bag of carrots about whether the color green or the color orange is more flattering. It was a heated debate in the frozen food aisle. We were so immersed in our discussion, that we did not even notice the small toddler running straight for the glass.
We were jarred out of our conversation when a bang shattered through the entire freezer. All of the frozen food products immediately became silent. A small child was lying flat on his back on the ground, and covering his forehead with his hand. The most awful wail erupted from the boy.
We were all stunned as we observed the mother scurrying over to comfort her child. She examined the bump on his head, and with no time to lose, she opened the freezer and reached in. Her hand was coming straight for me! The peas within my bag began to tremble with joy. It was our moment!
The mom grabbed me from the shelf. She hastily then applied me to her son's injured forehead. I tried to ignore the carrots' snickers as they watched my soothing effect on the child.
Well, that was one way to get off the shelf. At least I was good for something.
Oh my gosh! I love the approach you take in this assignment! I use frozen peas for ice packs all the time. Never use the carrots.
DeleteFrozen Popsicles
ReplyDeleteThe movie frozen
Sitting by the fireplace
Drinking hot chocolate
Making a snowman
Snowball fight
Sled riding
Covering up in warm comfy blankets.
I remember how you came to me
ReplyDeleteIn the night so still
And held the pillow
Over my face
As I kicked
Clawed
And groped
I remember how you threw me
Dragged me
Out into that field
With grass that whispered to us
From realms of those long asleep
And as the frigid night whipped
you dug my bed
Of eternity
Where you left me
Alone
Frozen
Dead.
Oh my Lord. Did you read the book "The Lovely Bones"? This is "chilling".
DeleteWalking threw the cold forest
ReplyDeleteWalking over branches
Stumbling over rocks
Looking side to side
Gazing top to bottom
My eyes are drawn
I see a large clump of snow
I walk words it
It looks like the outline of a body
It was the missing girl
She was dead
Freezing body
No blood flow
Frozen
She was special, different from all of the other girls. She had a special talent; a gift. She had the ability to freeze time. If she was ever faced with an awkward situation, she could just freeze everyone around her and think of a solution. Running late for school? She would just freeze everythingand take her time. She would leave time frozen and go take a nap. It really came in handy during her busy days. She had the opportunity to just pause everything and take a breather. Everyone else thought she was weird, freaky. But me? I was just jealous.
ReplyDeleteShe was cold,
ReplyDeleteShe was ice,
She was smart.
Nothing could hurt her anymore.
Her heart was frozen.
Her mind was closed.
She protected herself,
And nothing could hurt her.
Nothing came in,
and nothing got out.
Not one single feeling ever escaped.
Don't you know it's easier that way?
Submit to Teen Ink.
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