Well as you might have noticed I haven't really posted any new stories and to be honest I got some writers block and tons of schoolwork for the past weeks. So tonight I will be posting a new story just for everyone. It was inspired by the snow today. Otherwise everything is well, and I can't wait for this week to be over, it already seems too long. Writer's Block is a BITCH.
It started to snow lightly, the flakes nice and delicate in shape and in size. Every crystalized formation different from the next, never to be repeated again, making each individual flake special. They drifted down from the heavy clouds from above towards the surface. They had been unleashed to cover the surface in a nice and neat white sparkling blanket of frozen joy, landing one on top of another to make a thick layer of snowpack.
As the snow fall continues, the snowpack gets denser and denser on the bottom most layer, while the top-most layers are light like powder. It stops snowing for a while and in the distance the crunching of snow and of the crystalized flakes can be heard, as someone takes fresh steps in the white and binding field. A deer has stepped out from underneath the pines to explore. It's hooves penetrate the snow and leaves empty holes through the powder.
It prances about, in between the trees and the branches that are visible coming through the snowpack to the surface. the air is chilly and each time the deer exhales it's breath vaporizes against the cold air. The wind blows and the top layers of snow start to get blown around, the deer shudders as the icy wind hits it's body with great force. It ducks down and slowly makes it's way back to the pines, where it is warmer and there is protection from the wind.
It gets dark quickly. The wind howling and the temperature dropping fast. The deer has made it back to it's pine den. It covers itself with a pile of old leaves and pone needles at the base of the tree to keep warm. The night wears on and he deer sleeps calmly under the makeshift blanket.
Out in the field of white and crystalized joy, the wind howls as if it was a wolf howling at a full moon. By early morning the surface snow has shifted likes the sands of the Sahara. The path made the previous day by the deer is gone and some trees have snow on only one side. The clouds have started to part and let the sun in, letting it's rays bounce off the white surface. More animals start to come out into the field and dig up reserves of food for a meal.
As the day progresses the clouds have moved to another area of the sky, letting the sun shine on and on, ever so slightly melting the top-most layers of snow. The dark sky starts to creep up again and the temperature takes it's cue to drop drastically. The howling wind picks up and throughout the entire night it comes and goes in it's moaning howl.
The morning sun starts to peek over the horizon, casting long shadows on the snow in the field and through the forest. The day continues making the snow completely melt away except in a few patched here and there about the field and in the forest.
The surface is finally revealed and a few rocky patches of ground are exposed. Snow still is on these rocky patches, hiding in the shadows away from the suns rays. among these partially exposed rocks there are limbs, darkened from severe frostbite. Still covered in an almost translucent layer of snow a face is seen, the eyes gaping up into the sky with the mouth wide open filled with tiny special crystalized wonders. The completely frozen body rests on these rocks, to be frozen in place until the spring thaw comes in a few months time.
THE END.
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