Hell Freezes Over

environment. In New York, Holden continuously wonders where the ducks in the Central Park lagoon go during the winter. The ducks can be seen as a parallel to Holden’s life itself. Similar to the ducks who are left with nowhere to move as the pond freezes over, Holden runs away from school in order to escape the pressure of change surrounding him. Isolated in New York with no one to seek comfort in, Holden’s anxiety increases and he repeatedly seeks for the answer to the location of the ducks. In an

Suddenly, as I run up the stairs something with a great amount of force pushes me all the way down. My body feeling sore and numb, feels as if it was paralyzed. All of a sudden a high pitch scream fills my eardrums making every muscle in my body freeze. The terrible noise fills up my ear making me want to cry. I drop down to my knees, my legs failing me as I crawl up into a little ball like a little child when she’s sad. Out of nowhere, a lighting bolt strikes outside making my heart skip a beat

Kamryn stared out over the scene of decay and neglect, silence ruled here and dusk was eternal. The once impressive city from centuries passed lay forgotten beneath the busy over world built atop it, sealing it away from memory to all but a few. Kamryn smiled, be it ever so humble, this place was home. Down here he made the rules and was king; from down here he led his groups fight for existence. Above them in the massive one world city Cybreds ruled. Once beings of flesh and blood, now genetically

going to happen and left an uneasiness as the reader. Finally when the man fell into the water things quickly turned for the worst and he became worried very quickly. Throughout the story he had many small panic attacks from his fingers beginning to freeze making him unable to build a fire he so desperately needed. His anger turned on the dog when he decided to shoved the dog in front of him but, this is more due to his knowledge of what the cold can do and feeling that his life just became in danger

the fluffiest dress I've ever worn in my life, I make it to my car and set my bag on top so I can unlock the door. I look down and realize I am still wearing my necklace, but I need to take it off because it doesn’t match my dress. Suddenly, time freezes and I don’t care that I am running late anymore. I have never taken off this necklace, not sense the day my mom gave it to me. As i am placing my necklace on top of my car next to my bag a memory of my mom sweeps across my mind. About four years

from behind her; and a wicked grin crept across her face. Her smile grew wider the moment her claws ripped off my wings and any chance of escaping the depths of hell. “I’m home,” I called out, while dragging my backpack into the house. I was met by a pair of crimson red eyes, glaring in my direction. Her piercing stare caused my body to freeze in fear. I couldn’t feel anything, but the beating of my heart. I heard nothing, but the sound of my heavy breathing. I swallowed. “What are you doing back so

“Oh, last night’s footage where I was wandering around, jumping from cliff to cliff and…oh yeah over hearing some very interesting conversions,” I answer, telling the truth. There’s no point in lying. He’s going to find out sooner or later and sometimes it’s easier just to tell the truth and piss people off at the same time. I even flash a smile up at him. Samuel’s expression became stone cold and he glares at me as if he’s about to threaten me. He doesn’t though, so I stand up, catching the ball

war. Authentic sketches accompany each description of the conditions that were faced and hardships that were overcome. The illustrations were drawn at the time each event described throughout the story took place. Each hand drawn picture seems to freeze time, capturing the feelings and intense anxiety many felt during the war. The pictures assist the author's first person narration and assist the reader in creating an accurate

It's there in the blackness, deep within the gloom of the shadows, poised just beyond the charcoal line that separates the night from the dark. If you listen you can hear the growl that rumbles deep down within its throat, and imagine the bared razor teeth, the drooling saliva, and those blood red eyes that can penetrate and discern the very fears of men. It lurks, cloaked in the murkiness of the night just beyond the perception of the human eye. It lays in wait; loathsome, poised, hungry. You know

“Hey welcome to hell!” Jordan exclaimed with a grin. Mr. Alligood stared at her unamused. “Let’s get this over with.” He muttered and followed Jordan into the abyss of screams and sounds of torture. Jordan led him to an elevator where she motioned for him to step inside. It was uncomfortably hot and Mr. Alligood was starting to get nervous. “What I want to know is why they put a 14-year-old in charge of hell?” Jordan laughed at him and shrugged, “I thought children were the best at torturing