Blizzard
I blinked and opened my eyes, it was hard to see in the blizzard, but i could sense her through the ice and snow.
The Blizzard
#2 of short stories would you brave a blizzard in search of a lost love? the snow crunched underneath my paws, and the whistled through my ears. i felt my gift keeping me warm, but i still hugged my arms around my chest by some kind of instinct.
Love Breaks the Ice
I was supposed to be walking over to the nearest pokemon center, but because of the blizzard i could not see a single thing.
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Part One - “Saeldrin”, Chapter Eight: Labyrinthine
ORIGINAL DRAFT - PRE-EDITING This story was written as part of the 2016 National Novel Writing Month. It was written without edits between 12:01am, November 1st and 11:59pm, November 30th. This story was written by David J Rust, aka Sylvan...
Skylands: the Scorpion Spear, Prelude: “Winds of Ice”
ORIGINAL DRAFT - PRE-EDITING This story was written as part of the 2016 National Novel Writing Month. It was written without edits between 12:01am, November 1st and 11:59pm, November 30th. This story was written by David J Rust, aka Sylvan Scott, and...
Trapped in a blizzard
Both marched towards the exit of the lodge and ventured outside, completely unaffected by the raging blizzard.
Through the Blizzard
When a human lost in the mountains finds himself trapped amidst a blizzard, a variety of things contribute to his quivering. for me, it was the cold.
A Lovely Blizzard
With the only sounds of the blizzard raging, fire crackling, and the two's rhythmic breathing.
The Glaceon of Blizzards
A rumor is going on about pokemon that kidnap humans in blizzards, could it be possible?
The Bard in the Blizzard
Still sounds like the blizzard is blowing out there to me... i'm sure we can check in the morning... now about that encore..."
Horny blizzard
The winter season was very hard for the young husky Jason. It was expected of him, because he hates the cold with all his soul, he would prefer to melt in heat than to endure that horrible climate every November to February. "I hate winter, I hate...
Howling Blizzard Mists
A poem on snow, blizzards, watching them pass and work. inspired by all the snow that had been falling at the time.