NotCreativeToby

NotCreativeToby

Digital Artist.

  • NotCreativeToby
    Published about 18 hours ago
    Wandering through the cold

    Wandering through the cold

    Sal woke up in a daze, his heavy eyes looking around the room. A small hotel like room. The blinds are shut and so he can’t make out the rooms features. He’s confused and wonders where he’s at. He sees someone sitting on a chair beside him and they looked quite androgynous to him. He asks them where he is, they reply that he’s at a resort of some type. After a short period of silence they introduce themself as Cam. They explain what happened to him and seemed to shake while doing so. How he found his body limp, bloodied, and partially covered in snow, and how they rescued him. Sals mind was washed over with the feeling of guilt. He thanked him but afterwards apologized profusely and all the while calling himself an idiot for wandering off trail. Even if it wasn’t intentional. Cam told him to calm down and rest, he still looked pale and weak. It took some convincing but he did eventually. His heavy eyes closing, only this time he was warm and cozy. With a warm blanket wrapped around him. Cam went out to grab something for him to eat. Walking down the hallway he saw a restaurant that seemed fairly good. At least that’s what he was told. So he booked a reservation there and went back to his room. About half an hour passes and Sal wakes back up. Feeling better he gets out of the bed and walks toward Cam. They jump a little, but then laugh a bit when they see him standing beside themself. Cam tells him that he booked of them a reservation at the restaurant here. Sal looks at him surprised and replies that he really didn’t have too. They chuckle and respond that it’s really no problem. Cam offered Sal some of their clothes to borrow until he goes back home. To which Sal, who’s slightly embarrassed, accepts his offer. So both of them get changed into some nicer clothes. Sal walks out of the bathroom slightly red in the face. Cam compliments Sal on how he looks and Sal replies with a witty joke stating that it’s their clothes he’s wearing. Both of them share a laugh and walk towards the restaurant for dinner.
  • NotCreativeToby
    Published 9 days ago
    Wandering through the cold

    Wandering through the cold

    It’s a freezing negative fifteen degrees and Sal, a healthy twenty five year old, is finding his way back from a long hike. He notices a bridge near by and a sign next to it covered in snow. He thinks to himself if he should read it, just in case there’s anything important. Inevitably he doesn’t and walks across the bridge to try and find his way back. After he crosses he looks around at the snow glistening in the sun, and he hears the faint sound of water rushing behind him. The sound of a raven cawing also passes by. Five minutes pass and Sals legs have started to feel warm and ache horribly, his hands have started to go numb too. He looks up at the sky and notices the sun beginning to set in the distance. A beautiful mixture of pinks, yellows, and oranges cascading across while soft clouds float by. Seeing this causes him to panic, he runs further into the woods following what looks like his footprints and something that looks like ski tracks next to it. Sals heavy breathing mixed with the cold temperatures makes his chest hurt. While running he trips and looses his balance for a second, then tumbles onto a piece of metal protruding from the ground. In a panic, he rips off a piece of cloth from his shirt and ties off the wound to keep it from bleeding out. He then finds another small piece of cloth in his coat pocket. After thinking to himself why he didn’t use it, Sal tries to cover his mouth with this musty smelling handkerchief to make things easier but it doesn’t help much. As he’s wandering deeper into the wooded area he grows more delirious and anxious. Checking his phone he has one bar left for signal and very little battery life left. He calls for help, but his words are jumbled and speech in general is slurred. The deeper he goes, the more it feels like his body is fighting against him. He’s gone entirely numb, his vision goes blank, and not so soon after he has fallen unconscious. The cloth tied around his leg has gone undone, and he’s now bleeding profusely. It’s started snowing, huge flakes of crystallized water slowly start to burry Sals limp but still living body. His breathing has slowed significantly, and it looks like nobody came for him. Then at what seems like the last second, someone finds him laying there and rushes over to his side. They check for a pulse, and once they find out he’s still alive they pick him up. They don’t know if there’s any hope for him, but they carry him out to their truck and call for help. They tie off his wound again to attempt to stop the bleeding and starts his truck to get him warm. As the engine rumbles and their gloves are soaked in a red metallic smelling liquid, they look at down at Sal, still unsure if he’ll make it out okay.