Laura gasped for breath as she cowered against a tree. Sleet whipped at her face as the wind howled, fiercely casting freshly lain snow back into the air. She trembled as she tried to slow her breathing. Where were the others?
Her lungs burned from her desperate flee for survival. For a brief second, she closed her eyes and let herself picture the fireplace, the crackling logs, and the sounds of laughter that was her life but moments ago. The room filled with smiling faces of missed friends and holiday cheer as lights twinkled above them. Before the screaming started...
Sleet lashed against her, plastering her hair to her face. She tried to wipe it from her eyes, but her hands were numb. She could barely see them trembling through the torrents of white as she struggled to bend her fingers.
She had never been so cold. Frigid air filled her lungs, burning them, threatening to freeze her from the inside out. She wasn’t dressed for this weather. She knew her time was running out.
Snap.
Laura held her breath, willing her teeth to stop chattering. Her heart pounded painfully as she listened through the storm, wondering how much distance she’d put between herself and the cabin. Running through this storm was like running blind. She could have run in circles for all she knew.
SNAP!
Panic consumed her. With ice running through her veins and her legs weighted like anvils, she pushed herself up and ran for her life.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerely hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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