Chapter : A Short Story

The day was so boiling that you could see the heat simmering above the road. I sat beside Lauren, my best friend of two years, as we buzzed down the highway in her father’s, or as I call him Burnie’s, Cadillac De Ville Convertible. With the roof off and wind in our ears, blocking any possible sound from being heard.

Mary drove like the wind, needing to get back home before Christmas Eve. Steve was oblivious to the world in the passenger seat and Lucas was drowsed in the back seat. Snow covered the sides of

Tires squealed on black ice and the engine backfired as she swerved around a narrow edge of the cliff. Jennifer Lesniak is traveling from Wisconsin to Oregon in a six ton truck through treacherous mountains and endless plains. It was three days of almost non-stop driving, only being able to sleep when she gave the wheel to her husband. Just when she was about to give up she thought the extreme weather in Wisconsin and about why she was moving to Oregon in the first place. She carried on willed by the warmer weather that awaited her on the west coast. The snow fell like ash from a volcano, building up on the road to the point where they had to get out of their truck and shovel the road clear. “Clearing the roads were extremely difficult” She said. “We were so close to the edge of this mountain standing on slippery ice trying to shovel the snow out of the road with little to no safety guard between us and the drop.”

"The falling snow curtained them about. There was no way to see anything at either side of the road. He was coughing again and the boy was shivering, the two of them side by side under the sheet of plastic, pushing the grocery cart through the snow. Finally he stopped. The boy was shaking uncontrollably."

Before Sarah could object he reached out and took her hand. “This will be fun, you’ll see.

"Beth, wait! It's dangerous!" You called out for her in the blizzard, however, she kept running. Your friends rejoiced with you in the snow, looking at each other with mixed emotions.

Without another word she nodded her head and pulled herself together as she softly closed the door to my car. I felt the rush of cold air when she opened the door to leave. The chilling wind entered the car and spread to my soul. It wasn’t until two weeks later that i’d realize the effect my irreversible decision had caused.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

Oma quietly drove the car down the slushy street. Muddy boulders of hard-packed snow lined the streets and mostly unoccupied parking lots. Thick, fluffy snowflakes whipped past under a cloudy sky the color of chilled steel. Frost crept up the pine trees along the roads, shining slightly in the dim light. The freezing waters of Lake Huron were dotted with huge chunks of ice that bobbed in the waves.

He was surprised to see her car parked in the driveway to their home, since she was normally out at this time of day. There was another car there too. Maybe it was the car that belonged to the friend she had told him about. The one that would keep her

A Citizen, Roger, says “I could not go to work today since the roads are not ploughed”. Afterwards, the city took action to clear the roads as soon as possible, so they can help people who are stranded on the 401. The municipal were encouraging the citizens to stay inside and not to go out if they do not need to. The storm caused many cars to get stuck on the road due to the heavy snow the storm gave. The police says that they are prepared to lead the vehicles that were stuck to their way home.

While Eustace went in to get the tools he needed, Michael and Caroline remained by the snowmobiles to keep the engine going. The last thing they wanted was a breakdown in these extreme conditions.

The car had seen better days, its once sunflower yellow paint job chipped and faded, and too many decades outdoors had seasoned the driver too, but at least when she flagged him down, he didn’t ignore her or speed away. She tried the door but the thing didn’t budge.

We thanked her and pulled on our coats and mittens. I grabbed my white chocolate mocha before heading out into the thick snow. Karina and Alan argued over who was going to drive through the storm on the way home and eventually Alan conceded. As he scraped snow off the car, Karina jokingly warned me that it was going to be a rough trip home. I figured she was just exaggerating since she loved to make fun of Alan. Then, Alan hopped in and insisted Karina played Christmas music.