The Night - Original Writing

Alma woke up that morning to the sight of gently falling snow outside her bedroom window. Delighted, she saw a blanket of white draped over the neighborhood below, creating a charming winter wonderland scene.

Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.

The snow hadn't let up in days, and it showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. Arthur Kirkland,

The atmosphere is gray and white. When we do get snow, the woods look so pure and majestic that you would think that you were dreaming. The blanket of white in the trees and on the grass brings me vivid memories. The winter of 2009 was the year a snow storm pelted our humble town. Twelve inches of snow covered every object in the path of the merciless storm. One of my best friends, Chandler, and I went snow sledding in the midst of the woods. The laughter and joy I experienced that winter will carry with me as long as I live. The cold blushed my cheeks and turned my face a bright red. I closed my eyes and pushed off from the top of the hill. The sled accelerated down the winter wonderland. The sled eventually came to a halt. My family and friends were laughing as I crashed into a bush down below the next time I went. After picking myself up, I was laughing hysterically. We each took turns on the natural roller

Merlin frowned. Had he really been that deep in thought? That he hadn't even heard the prat calling out to him from across the room? It wasn't a voice that could easily be ignored. And he would know. He had tried many times before to just tune out Arthur's voice. He was rarely ever successful.

Merlin quickly made his way across the field to do as he'd been asked. Arthur was confident, but had no reason not to be. What Merlin could not understand was why these visitors did not seem to know of the Prince's reputation as the most skilled knight in Camelot. It became a bit clearer when he overheard two of the competitors talking as they arranged their own equipment.

Late on the second evening of Lord Eldridge's visit, Arthur had managed to pull Merlin to the side to exchange a few quick words with his servant. Not only had Arthur sympathized with the frazzled young man, he had also promised that once the agreement was signed and Eldridge had departed Camelot, he would make it up to Merlin.

The weather was cold, and the sun had set, turning the melting snow from earlier

It was well after the deep watch bell when Arthur was making his way along Camelot's hallways. After the feast had ended, he and his five new friends had relocated to The Rising Sun, where they'd enjoyed some ale and a few dice games. He had just left Pytor and Kendrick at their room and was heading towards his own chambers when a movement caught his eye.

We’re in the hills” he then stormed off. I hate those kids, their father. This bloody snow. He kicked a pile of it and started rubbing his hands together aggressively. I hope this warms my hand up but it never does for long. Snow it horrible. It brings those Wasabees out. I end up stuck at home nearer to them than I want to be. It’s like prison. The cold is the worst though it’d as those it wants you to feel those your on fire. He then saw car with a snow-plough skidding uncontrollably down the hill. What an absolute idiot. The snow is too deep, there’s black ice too. My hands aren’t warming up and legs are numb. He started slapping his legs to get some feeling back into them. He remembered that the armpits are one of the warmest parts of your body. He placed his hands up his shirt and directly under his armpits. I hope people down think I’m a weirdo. He continued walk downhill. The snow was thinning. I hope it’s warmer now. At the bottom of the hill the snow was deeper, much to his horror. What am to do now? I need to go to the shops. I can’t go home empty handed. I only a quarter of the way there. He shook his hand in anger. “This snow! When will it end? I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. It’s cold, horrible. It gets everywhere. Creates problems. I have to walk instead of driving. I feel as though I slipping down the hill not walking. There will be deaths because of this snowfall. Arrg! Fucking cold horrible good for nothing snow. I just express-”

There was the snow from a cold winter's past, clinging to the branches of some of the trees and glittering in the evening sunlight; I smiled as I regarded a time in my youth, when I had believed that the sparkling bits of snow were fairies dancing in the forthcoming springtime. I could still feel the chill of winter, and smell it's crisp breeze; but in my heart, I felt the hope and warmth of spring. There were tiny flowers peeking through the frigid ground; the delicate petals reminded me

Percival brushed a thick layer of snow off his shoulder. “I have an idea. Instead of talking about frozen beards and blue bollocks, why don’t we talk about decent weather?”

All the visual imagery connect back to the white, peaceful, smooth snow. Each description show an calm, peaceful, relaxed mood towards it.

*It was a cold winter Saturday, the wind was blowing softly through the frozen trees. Releasing a small dust of snow off the branches with every puff. Hunter and I were inside pulling up our heavy snow pants and zipping up our tattered jackets. Our mom walked over to us and tied our scarfs while reminding us to wear our hats and mittens. Hunter and I were ecstatic to go out on the snowmobile. % We hadn't be able to do it in a long time, and we were jumping off the walls because we finally got ours fixed.

Nothing but darkness laid ahead as I slid rapidly down a massive tunnel. My grasp tightened around the crystal skull and landed on a rocky turf. Then, I brushed the dust off my soiled dress, and waded through the murky water. Between the humidity of the cave and failure to hold the hems of the dress up, I decided to toss it and keep walking in a slip, relieved to breathe.