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Cold
PROMPT: A knock on the door/She breathed in a deep cold breath. The air crystallized in her chest...
She was in her room, reading Jane Eyre with the Arctic Monkeys playing softly in the background when suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She began to panic as she was all alone in the house and it was already late at night. She sat, frozen on her bed as she listened to any sound to give her a clue on who is knocking. It could not be her parents; they called her a while ago and said that they will not be home for three days. Another knock sounded on her door, this time louder. She stood and slowly went closer and closer to it.
"Honey, open the door!" her mom shouted from the other side. She was surprised that they were home so early. Overwhelmed with relief, she threw the door open.
That was the moment that she woke up. She was sweating and her heart was beating so fast. It was just before sunset, and her window was giving her a view of the swirling purple and orange skies. She looked at her phone; she had a recent text message saying that her parents arrived at her grandma's house safely. She was still all alone. There was still a loud knocking on her door.
She stood up, preparing herself for whatever was on the other side of the room. She decided to brave the unknown. She slowly approached the door and opened it. Nothing. Nothing but a rush of cold air welcomed her. She stood there, open-mouthed while the fear was slowly creeping up her skin. But curiosity was faster, it wrapped around her like a warm safety blanket, protecting her from the sudden coldness filling the whole house.
She went to the kitchen with the idea of getting anything that could serve as a weapon against whoever was in their home. She reached for a knife and as she turned around, there was a ball of mist, cold as ice, right in front of her. The cold air moved and went into her mouth, and she had no choice but breathe the air that’s filling her up. She was helpless. She breathed in a deep cold breath. The air crystallized in her chest, and she fell against the kitchen cabinet. She was gasping as she felt herself be frozen inside. She felt another gust of cold air force its way out of her, and as it went down the floor, it slowly formed a figure. Herself. She sat there, frozen and helplessly staring at her own face smiling down at her. It was her own face, yes, but it was deathly pale and ghastly. The other girl bent down and slowly whispered in her ear, “I am death.” Her gasps were much quicker now as she felt death’s breath still colder than her own body. Her rapidly beating heart started to slow down as it became frozen, too. She started to drift away, like the air surrounding their home. The knife lay forgotten on the floor; she never stood a fight after all. Before her eyes closed and the coldness finally fully took over, death kissed her on her forehead and smiled at her. “Goodnight,” death said.
She was in her room, reading Jane Eyre with the Arctic Monkeys playing softly in the background when suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She began to panic as she was all alone in the house and it was already late at night. She sat, frozen on her bed as she listened to any sound to give her a clue on who is knocking. It could not be her parents; they called her a while ago and said that they will not be home for three days. Another knock sounded on her door, this time louder. She stood and slowly went closer and closer to it.
"Honey, open the door!" her mom shouted from the other side. She was surprised that they were home so early. Overwhelmed with relief, she threw the door open.
That was the moment that she woke up. She was sweating and her heart was beating so fast. It was just before sunset, and her window was giving her a view of the swirling purple and orange skies. She looked at her phone; she had a recent text message saying that her parents arrived at her grandma's house safely. She was still all alone. There was still a loud knocking on her door.
She stood up, preparing herself for whatever was on the other side of the room. She decided to brave the unknown. She slowly approached the door and opened it. Nothing. Nothing but a rush of cold air welcomed her. She stood there, open-mouthed while the fear was slowly creeping up her skin. But curiosity was faster, it wrapped around her like a warm safety blanket, protecting her from the sudden coldness filling the whole house.
She went to the kitchen with the idea of getting anything that could serve as a weapon against whoever was in their home. She reached for a knife and as she turned around, there was a ball of mist, cold as ice, right in front of her. The cold air moved and went into her mouth, and she had no choice but breathe the air that’s filling her up. She was helpless. She breathed in a deep cold breath. The air crystallized in her chest, and she fell against the kitchen cabinet. She was gasping as she felt herself be frozen inside. She felt another gust of cold air force its way out of her, and as it went down the floor, it slowly formed a figure. Herself. She sat there, frozen and helplessly staring at her own face smiling down at her. It was her own face, yes, but it was deathly pale and ghastly. The other girl bent down and slowly whispered in her ear, “I am death.” Her gasps were much quicker now as she felt death’s breath still colder than her own body. Her rapidly beating heart started to slow down as it became frozen, too. She started to drift away, like the air surrounding their home. The knife lay forgotten on the floor; she never stood a fight after all. Before her eyes closed and the coldness finally fully took over, death kissed her on her forehead and smiled at her. “Goodnight,” death said.
Published 9th Apr 2014
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