The Airbags: A Fictional Narrative

We were too traumatized to spend time looking for a safe parking spot. Instead, we pulled up right next to where the firetruck and police officers were on the side of the road. I was amazed by all the attention the accident was given. All of the cars that were passing slowed down for a quick peek to see what all of the excitement was about. Jackie swung open her door and ran up to the police officers. The cold,

She thence broke her painted glass, and the stick projected with a quenching tongue, while her arms moved in a hissing time.

Jonas and Gabe made it back to the house safely with people waiting on them. The cold,rushing wind was freezing them to death. Gabe,wrapped in his blanket was shivering, and silent in his seat. All he could see for miles is snow. The wind was bitterly cold.

There was a fresh chill in the air when she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Snow was sprinkling down coating the pavement in front of the building. She had to tug her hood just a little tighter as she carefully made her way up the little entrance way.

The only sound that could heard was Brennan whistling a happy little tune from the back seat, and a metallic galonk from the bottom of the car. The woods that engulfed them were silent as death. With a smashed up bumper the car limped on down the road. Nadia felt sick, as she sat in a ball in the passenger seat, her head resting on the door. The thought entered her mind that she no longer understood her world.

She did not mean to come this far. What started out as an aimless walk in the tenebrous forest had turned into a horrible nightmare. Trembling with fear, the rain wailed as it beat against the old, eerie tree trunks. The dense fog enclosed the rugged, forest clouding her vision ahead. Sobbing uncontrollably with silent tears streaming down her white cheeks, she tried to gain control of herself.

Lauren scrambled forward, but her choppy steps were no match for the deep drifts. Icy snow fell over the top piping on her boots and packed around her socks. Although her leg muscles bulked at the cold and extra weight, she forged onward, her breath hacking against the wind.

“Ghastly,” she muttered under her breath. It was too scary for a Christmas character, but people loved to scare or to be scared, no matter the time of the year. Jack and Hector had made a grisly snow monster, and it had been three days already that the horned half-melted creature gazed at her whenever she passed across their courtyard…

She was eight years old, and it barely began getting crispy outside. Winter was right around the corner. She loved winter, the cold weather always made her all lubricous. Her favorite part of winter was eating cold food and wrapping herself around him while he was cold. She always thought cold items and food were the best in cold weather and having the air in front of her while it was cold just made it so fun. Unfortunately she wasn’t enjoying this upcoming winter without him.

She tried to fight back, but the blows to her head made her dizzy and her thoughts slow, and before she could stop it, she’d fallen forward onto her face in the mud.

the head with one single shot. He walked up when she was on the floor

I lay on the side of the sleepy suburban street, at the corner of the intersection where the streetlight hung over me like a question mark. A light snow fell in random flurries, some flakes collecting on the tip of my nose, and then melting down my cheeks in cold tears. The blood pooling around my head started to harden and freeze my hair to the slick asphalt road.

On reflex, she opened the palm of her hand. She couldn't tell if she rewound or not, but if she did, her powers fucked her over. She was suddenly unsupported, and the rocks weighted her down.

The ruckus from the bottom of the truck is unbearable, because of the noise and excessive shaking. As we slowly climbed the mountain road to reach our lovely cabin, it seemed almost impossible to reach the top, but every time we reached it safely. The rocks and deep potholes shook the truck and the people in it, like a paint mixer. Every window in the truck was rolled down so we could have some leverage to hold on and not loose our grip we needed so greatly. The fresh clean mountain air entered the truck; it smelt as if we were lost: nowhere close to home. It was a feeling of relief to get away from all the problems at home. The road was deeply covered with huge pines and baby aspen trees. Closely examining the

He looks ahead, and tries to listen over the sound of head pounding silence that the snow has made. He steps very carefully through the snow, quietly, hearing nothing except the soft crunch beneath his feet. He always thought, strangely, that snow would be a little more soft, a little more powdery. Instead, it's hard like a rock, and crunches like bones when he steps on it. He wondered where he got the idea that snow was soft. He wondered why there was snow. He didn't remember it being winter, or... what the weather outside was like at all the past few days. In fact, even the past few days left his mind.