Kneeling Monologue

realize that I have to fight, and I have to win. I draw my sword, ice spirals around me, as I summon the shadows inside of me to come out, to power me through. Kai calls out my name, and I waver. Before i have the time to come back to my senses, a wolf blazing with flames knocks me off of my feet. I grab my sword and stab the wolf in it’s heart. As I do this, I feel a pain spreading in my body. Without acknowledging it, I bolt for the other three wolves. I now have two swords in my hand, and throw them at the eyes of the smaller of the three. What’s happening? Why do I feel like i’m destroying.. Myself? The two wolves have fallen, and i’m face to face with the head of the pack, My very own loving mother. I drop the swords, heavy with layers

Suddenly my eyes flew open, the coldness slowly lingered away. My body felt warm. Almost as warm as how my mouth felt the last time I had sipped on my grandmother's tea. My grandmother always told me to have faith and to believe in the end everything would be alright. I felt the frigid saltwater against my skin. “Where am I?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t quite recall what had happened nor where I was. All that I could recall was hearing screams of innocent children and parents trying to comfort

I could taste the snow in my face. I could feel my stomach curl straight into a knot as I plummeted straight down in the snow. Just then, I hit some kind of rock. My sled tipped up, I left the air. I could hear the crack of my sled. I was flipping straightforward. I saw the snow that my face was about to crush as my sled broke into two pieces and I was on the piece that didn’t land upside down. Although I had survived this I was only about halfway down the hill, and I was about to hit the ramps. I could hear the whip of wind as my head hung over the broken sled. As I tried a weak attempt to steer the sled away from the ramps I tasted someone's sled that had been abandoned. As it hit me in the face I felt my sled hitting a ramp. I plummeted up in the air. I was high up, I saw my life flash by my eyes. Then I heard crash of my sled back onto the ground. There was someone next to me in a sled with a rope. I could smell the cold on the the rope. He threw the rope to me. But it was a bad throw. I saw the rope hit a bump in the snow. His sled slowed down and and stopped with the end of the rope. I tasted the dropped of water coming from the snow. I smelled nothing but the cold air, just then, I held my sled crash into the icy lake at the bottom of the hill. The lake was frozen solid, but I still heard little cracking sounds each time I stepped. When I was walking back, I heard my mom screaming my name. I heard the roar of her car

The fountain is frozen and icicles hang from the rooftop. The grass is bright white, covered in ice crystals. The sidewalks are frozen and the cars look like monstrous marshmallows. The entire family gathers for breakfast in the Mess Hall, which is an enormous room with a table shaped like a horseshoe and over two dozen chairs. Mounted deer hang on the wall, too numerous to count. A chandelier made of antlers hangs down in the center of the room. People gather around the burning fireplace for warmth. I hear pots and pans clanking together; I can smell the bacon and biscuits cooking to perfection. The smell of the brewing coffee engulfs the room. After breakfast, the kids go to our cabins and find the warmest clothes we can. We walk out the Mess Hall and everything we see is frozen. These polar temperatures are just like the ones when our family went skiing. We drove eighteen hours up to Wintergreen, Virginia for a ski trip with our cousins from North Carolina. Since it was our first time skiing, it took some practice and falling on our faces before we got the hang of it. Every night after the slopes closed, my cousins, my two sisters, and I brought sleds onto the slope and slid down part of the mountain. I can feel the arctic temperatures blowing on my face. My ears and nose turn shades of red and blue. My vision is blinded by snowflakes falling in my face. I cannot see where I am going until I hit a fence face first. I suddenly feel

Three days until Pam’s arrival, the girls are thrilled, continually discussing their mother’s re-action when she meets with them after these few years have passed. This one particular night, I went to sleep as usual, and horrific scene within a disturbing dream, carried the smell of death. I didn’t know the scent of death at that time, and never experienced a dream that held a scent of something. Waking up to this sickening nauseous smell, I could not perform a day’s work, I called in sick and informed my husband about it; sharing this awful dream. Two bodies lying in a coffin - one male and one female. I could only see their legs, lower body and hands and that overwhelming smell of death, so intense that it seemed to be buried in my nostrils,

o you remember the first time you broke your arm or leg? Or have had a brother or sister broke a bone? It was cold outside. With just a few inches of snow on the ground to go sledding. So my step sisters and I were bored and thought it would be fun to go sledding. So we grabbed three sleds and headed outside, to a hill we have in the back yard. Then because the hill the the back yard got boring, we went to the front yard and pulled each other around on the sleds.

I feel the warmth of his hand upon on my arm, and droplets of water upon my face. He is sobbing, I try to comfort him, but he can’t hear me. Where am I? Am I dead?

I hobble up to my husband’s grave, last time I was here, I could barely see the headstone through the crowd of people I didn’t know. I left the funeral early, it was too much for me to handle. The cold air nipped at my boney hands, and the tip of my nose. I can barely make it through the snow without tripping. It is worth it just to talk to him. The smell of death reaches my nose before I make it over the tiny hill, his grave is just at the top. I stumble over a tree root covered by snow, and I catch myself just in time with my nobby wooden cane.

Joy runs through my body as I tightly hold gabriel. I am going down the little hill to the elsewhere. I have made it Jonas thought. I am reliving my favorite memory of going down the hill in my red sled. I hear different sounds and I see new colors. This is amazing I thought. “Waaaaa” Gabriel shrieks he must be scared I don’t think he can handle this kind of travel. Unless we get him to a nursing center soon he might not be able to make it through the night. I reach my ending point my little red sled has stopped at the end of a steep slippery hill. This journey has made me very tired I don 't think I can walk, Actually I don 't think I can even stand. So, I lay there in the freezing cold snow all around me I see giant white hills, except for this one light that doesn 't look very far. I think that must be civilization. I prop gabriel on to the snow I wrap him in a soft cloth i bought for this journey. I cant see any bushes or rivers or civilization from where I am. I only have a little bit of food I don 't think me and gabriel will make it through the night. I look down at gabriel while he is asleep and think why he is soundly asleep now but could never sleep at our home. I rub his head but he doesn 't move, I shake his arms but he still won 't budge I saw his name and his eyes won 't open. Is he dead I think? I have learned about death before, but not in a calm way I have only seen gruesome death from the memories the giver has passed to me. I only have wisps of those

He knew that it was colder than fifty below zero when he tried to spit the juice from his chewing tobacco and it wasn't unable to clear his chin before it froze. "The result was that a crystal beard of the color and solidity of amber was increasing it’s length on his chin." Several times he comments that the cold was making his hands and feet numbed, and frostbite was killing his cheeks. He thinks, "What were frosted cheeks? A bit painful, that was all..." The man also lost circulation in his hands when he took off his gloves. He rubbed his face and beat his hands, but this only temporarily brought back the circulation. His fingers "seemed remote from his body" because he could not move them. Earlier, he ignored an initial sign from nature with a submerged spring because he wanted to get to “the boys” by six. Not long after he stepped through the ice into knee deep freezing water. The most obvious clues that the man took in were internal. "He wondered whether his toes were warm or numb." When he tried to light his last fire, his flesh burned. He knew it was burning because "he could smell it". He didn't even feel his hands burning. The man thought that it was "curious that one should have to use his eyes to find where his hands were." Eventually, no amount of running or thrashing could have awaken feeling in his body.

Everything on my body was numb. I could barely see walking as I needed to cover my face from getting hit by the blowing snow. The beautiful glistening snow I had been admiring less than two hours ago now had no beauty to my frozen eyes whatsoever. My toes were starting to actually hurt from the numbness. I remember seeing a sign at a bank that had a temperature reading of thirteen below zero. The only thing I could think about at the time was warmth. At this point my husband and I wanted to celebrate heat and a hot bath. I could now finally see the parking garage upon us. I could feel a stinging sensation in my numb feet every time I took a step. Finally my absolution would come. As I reached for the door handle on the car I now knew I was only minutes from the warm sensation of heat blowing all over my body. The ride home took even longer than the ride there, seeing that the snow had accumulated. I must admit though, I enjoyed every minute of the long car ride as the car was filled with an abundance of

I was sitting on the cold, white sand. At least those are the words I would use to describe what I saw at the time. Everything that surrounded me, was foreign. White frozen flakes fell from the sky, piling up to become huge marshmallows. Yet, they tasted nothing like them. At first, grass and small flowers were the only, thing you could spot on the floor; but, that image vanished. Going from a forest at my grandfather’s house, to a mini winter wonderland. At first, the snow was barely noticeable, sinking beneath the grass. Then a few moments later, all you could see was masses of snow. I sat down in the center to fully take in my surroundings. Right as my butt was about to land, I heard a soft whoosh sound. I barely had enough time to react before I felt a snow ball plummet into my face. The fatal shot exploded on contact, doing more damage than your average snowball. Actually, now that I 'm reflecting on the situation, I think someone used a rock and just coated with snow. I stumbled back, in slow motion of course, with saliva flying out of my mouth. My hands shot up in the air and my body did a full 180 turn. Slowly, I fell to the ground, closing my eyes, and in that exact moment the thought hit me. “Why can we drink a drink, but not food a food?”. Boom, I hit the floor, and my

Everything was coated with soft sprinkles of vivid and dazzling ice particles. I examined the scenery around me through the frozen metal bars around my frost bitten face. I noticed how lovely the iridescent, towering trees looked, shaped through beautiful specks of ice. I realized I was trapped in this constant suffering existence of mine. Just four months earlier had I crushed his fragile neck. The air no longer existed inside of his lungs. No longer would he breathe. Or so I had thought. I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I ran towards the sound. As I approached an open spot of mush wet grass. My boots became stuck in the mud.

I walk into a dark cave. It feels mysterious and very uncomforting. I am slowly losing sight of my surroundings, and then everything becomes completely dark. As I enter I immediately smell the suffocating smell of dead fish all around me. I bump into the rough sides of the cave as it begins to narrow. The temperature seems to drop with every step that I take, and the harshly chilling breeze is constant. I hear rocks crumbling off from the ceiling falling onto the hard ground, echoing through the darkness. I am alone and all I wish was there to be someone to show me the way out. I suddenly notice the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks and then I feel shockingly freezing water washing over my feet within seconds. I start to run, but eventually the cave comes to an end. I can not make it any further. Then I feel the chilling salt water creep up my legs and it doesn't stop. There is no way out.