Short Story: Frantic Flight To Yellow Rock

iii. Snow – “-stood looking across the snow swept farmyard to the huddle of stables and sheds.”

We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

Jacob then realizes that he doesn’t need them be able to go, so he decides for himself that he is going to make a break for it. He shuffled over to his walker and heads towards the door; he wasn’t going to let anything stand in his way of getting to that circus.

The thundering sound of hooves echoes in my ears as my horse comes barreling down the hill toward me. My whistle had caused him to go crashing through the tall grass and Queen Ann’s Lace in search of me once again. Coming to a sliding stop in front of me, I gently stroke his muzzle. Letting my hands glide over his fuzzy neck and into his jet black mane, I grab ahold and throw myself onto his strong back. We go running through the pasture, scattering wild rabbits and sending sparrows a flight. I watch them fly overhead, their brown wings leading them to rest in the big oak tree that my horse and I come to a halt underneath.

The wind is harsh and piercing as the gusts reach up to 50 mph. Even layers upon layers of clothing do very little to protect people from the harshness of the cold unrelenting wind. The snow on the ground would blind them as they trekked across the barren wastelands of snow and wind. As they all began to peal back their layers of masks to speak, the pain of the fierce wind immediately ran across their faces. It felt as if a stroke of lightning had ran across their faces and down their throats with every breath of the icy wind. Each one speaks with the same raspy bark from the brutal cold ravaging their vocal chords. The wind laced its way through their clothes like it was not even there and chilled them all to the bones.

On we hiked towards the cloud cover, passing by crystal clear ponds and fields of snow, left over from the winter before. As we gained elevation the temperature dropped and a wind came up out of the south, forcing us to stop after a few minutes to put on our extra jackets. We did our best to stick to the center of the ridge from that point onwards. If it hadn’t been as wide, we would have had to turn back for fear of being blown off the edge. The worsening conditions made continuing difficult, but we did so nevertheless.

feet as he charges after you. Even drunk he is super quick. You reach the stairs. As you start to ascend

While the horse beneath charged on he held his target in sight. All the while he recalled the last man who'd been brave enough to give chase to the dreaded thing.

Merryn shrugged at him. "Ok don't get your tail in a knot!" Merryn takes the horse's reins, and leads it in the forest looking at the map occasionally trying to find another route.

“At once, Dominus,” said Seth, the taller of the two bodyguards. He did as commanded and shambled over to the facade where a wall-mounted firebrand flickered. He pulled it down from its iron fixture, then walked back over to his master, who had by now, dragged the broken wheel off the pile for closer examination.

After they all had a nice breakfast they journeyed off to find a road or highway. Searching for many hours. they found nothing. Frolicking through the woods, alec stumbled through a hole. While falling Ashely and blais could hear him screaming in terror. He plummeted to the ground.

A loud scream came from where Double went off to causing The Boss to hit his head with his hoof.

A face white as snow, holding a few scratches along his cheeks and the bottom of his chin, his ears red ears warmed by a fair amount of black hair. His red nose stubbornly braced itself against the sharp winds of January. Releasing a handful of fog from his dry lips into his soft hands, his mind drew blank, drifting off. With vacant eyes, the boy released one last puff and readied himself to depart, to drift alongside the endless amount of humans, but a big hand took a tight grasp of his right shoulder, holding him in pace.

Unexpectedly, I feel a shiver through my spine. The rolling hills shift in temperature. I break to the golden gates of home. The carefully chiseled arches stand tall, unafraid of the sudden bleak climate. I tremble with uneasiness and wish my dress can swallow me.