|Like Fire and Ice
Author: jnl94 PM
I entered this in the Fine Arts Festival at school and won 3rd place! Go me! Why don't you guess what happened because I never say for sure what's going on. Let me know what you think is going on. It's a short story. Enjoy!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy - Words: 786 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Published: 05-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2915096
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This is the scene that I have on my profile only longer. I'm thinking of putting it in my school's fine arts festival and it needed to be longer so I expanded it and gave it a title, even though my plan was to put it in a story somewhere and not make it it's own individual story.
Let me know what you think is going on because I never say for sure. Work your twisted little minds. So far, I've gotten a girl in my 4th hour thinking there was an explosion and someone else in my 6th hour thinking it was werewolves. What can you imagine?
So I hope you enjoy it, here goes.
Like Fire and Ice
The wind whistled through the trees that surrounded Anastasia, blowing her long auburn tresses around in a wild frenzy. She held her coat tightly, narrowing her almond-shaped green eyes against the weather. Snowflakes floated down from the darkening night sky in large, white puffs, coating her hair. Anastasia could feel a warmth inside of her, a dull ache that was slightly disconcerting. She trudged on through the snow, shivering violently. Though it felt like someone had turned a heater on full blast inside of her, the outside was still numbingly cold.
Anastasia's teeth clattered together as she walked through the woods, threatening to slice her tongue off. It felt as if she had been walking for hours, when it had really only been minutes. She cursed silently to herself, the snow reaching well past her ankles, slipping into her boots, unwanted.
Anastasia squirmed uncomfortably as her inner heater was turned up to sizzling. Something was wrong.
Anastasia cried out as she stumbled and pitched forward, landing with a soft thud in the snow, the sensation underneath her skin growing warmer at a rapid pace. Then, suddenly she felt like her insides were on fire. No more was the sweltering ache uncomfortable, but unbearable instead. Horrible shivers threatened to tear Anastasia's body apart, to rip her in half right there on the pristine white snow. Her skin was as cold as ice-maybe colder-but her insides were hotter than she could have ever imagined. Anastasia's whole body quivered as she struggled against the biting cold.
The flames inside of Anastasia, bringing tears to her eyes, threatened to melt everything underneath the surface. She gasped out a scream of agony, praying that someone-anyone-would hear her. She was answered by silence. It was the most frightening answer she had never heard. She was alone and there was no one around to help her.
It felt as if Anastasia was at war, her body fighting itself. She twisted violently, feeling the searing pain move throughout her body; as if it belonged there. She dug her fingers into the snow, knowing that her skin could get no colder, trying to hold on to something. Or maybe she was reaching toward the ground, trying to dig her nails in like claws. The ice crystals bit into Anastasia's hand as she tried to fight against the waging war that was draining her life away.
Anastasia's heart beat rapidly, pumping blood through her veins much too quickly. It spread the fire, circulating it everywhere. Her bright green eyes widened, the pupils expanding, her mouth going dry as she tried to wet her lips. Her skin cracked in places, straining against the frigid cold overtaking her. She screamed again, a hoarse, broken sound, her muscles going into a spasm. Anastasia twisted and thrashed, but nothing helped. On the outside, she was still cold enough to be mistaken for a corpse, should she ever stop writhing in agony; her lips taking on an unnatural blue hue. On the inside, Anastasia was burning to a crisp, melting slowly outward. She expected her pale, cracked skin to start sliding off her bones in clumps, oozing to the ground around her or to start steaming any second, but the scorching heat remained inside, never daring to move too close to the surface.
Anastasia clenched her teeth together, wishing that she were numb through and through. Wishing that the unbearable torture would finally cease. The keening wail of a wolf sounded in the distance, joined a moment later as one final agonized scream tore from Anastasia's lips. And as she laid there, her haunting scream echoing in the night, she had a sudden terrifying realization. I am going to die.
The howling wolf fell silent, a sudden wind picked up, rustling the snow, and Anastasia felt one tear roll down her cheek. The silence of the night was deafening, and Anastasia had never felt so alone.