Adventure
Running With Wolves
Everywhere we looked there was snow. We had lost track of how long we had been walking, but it had been some time. Progress was slow and only getting slower by the day. We had made it to the Ottowa River, thankfully traversing the frozen waters with no drama. If we thought it had been cold before, on the other side of the river was a whole different story. It was as though we had stepped onto another planet. The snow was coming down in thick sheets by this time and it was difficult to see very far ahead, but what we could make out ceased our tracks. Where buildings should have been, there was only snow; an endless expanse of snow with the very tip of a roof spotted at random intervals. I tried not to think about those who might not have made it out in time and now lay buried in their homes. My heart fell as hopes of finding Rowan alive plummeted. If it weren’t for that niggling feeling in the very deepest part of my soul, I would have given up. I hadn’t received a mental image for a while now and the last one I did get was not very helpful; just another brilliant flash of white with a few added grey blobs. Were they supposed to be people? Then a word had come to me. Wolves. They were wolves? What could this mean? Was she being attacked by a pack of wolves? No. I could sense no fear in her image anymore. That was promising. I tried to calculate how much time would have passed since this ice age – I could deny it no longer – had started. The days were beginning to blur together and our cell phones had long run out of battery. We had no idea what day it was. We were exhausted and cold and it was getting extremely difficult to keep moving.
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Film Flam
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By David Perlmutter3 years ago in Fiction
Running With Wolves
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By Chanelle Joy3 years ago in Fiction
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By Samantha M Ford3 years ago in Fiction
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By Katie Bruckman3 years ago in Fiction
Heaven Sent
Oliver lifted his nose to the scent of Seluna and suppressed a growl. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, his back against a tree, letting the shadows envelop him as he rested. He could almost feel Seluna breathing down the back of his neck, and it made his hackles rise. Oliver looked down, saw the blood seeping through his shirt, and applied more pressure to the soaked bandage. The acrid, metallic smell would draw Seluna, and the rest of the pack, right to him. He could fight the others, but he wasn't too sure he could take on Seluna, even if he wasn't injured.
By Mel Chesley3 years ago in Fiction