Cracked Ice_Walk Down Memory Lane_Bonds_The News
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Cracked Ice
Imogen looked out at the crisp white snow that rested peacefully upon her large garden from her window. The roses were lined in little flakes of frost, and icicles clung with ease to her gutter. Last night’s blizzard had brought the silence of late January to her hometown. Christmas was long gone, and so had all the mirth of the holiday season. She had no intention of going out. This time of the year had a melancholy feel to it. Especially this year. She was eighteen now, but still lived with her parents. Ten years. Ten years since the accident that had tipped her life upside down. Tears s...
Walk Down Memory Lane
was nervous. She supposed she should be excited, enthusiastic but instead she was borderline terrified. She wasn't sure what she was so scared of; it wasn't like this was her first time sledding. It used to be the only thing in common between her and her father, the only reason they'd spend time together. Ever since her dad had passed away, it felt wrong to do this without him. She had been craving sledding for weeks, but had been procrastinating. She felt as if she had to honour her father's memory by going where they spent the most time together. She was also skittish, flinching if anyone ...
Bonds
The snow doesn't appear too ominous when the sun is shining. She watched it sparkle and dance before deciding where to settle. The light, friendly, flakes. Not the gray, dreary ones. It reminded her of dayswww.onedoor.cc with her mom, little kisses is what she called the magical snowflakes. Mom loved all of the seasons but longed for the sun. It makes even the worst of days a little better she would tell Cam. Cam thought her mom's smile made everything better. Between mom and her horses she loved every minute of the farm. School was okay but nothing beat finding a new path and perhaps a flower patch that ho...
The News
The call came on my drive home from the cemetery. I wouldn’t usually answer whilst driving, but for the last twenty minutes I managed to only inch my car forward a metre. A goddamn metre. All it takes is a spit of rain, Friday afternoon traffic and an impatient driver, and the whole city grinds to a halt. The wheel ceases to turn.If the call came from anyone else I wouldn’t of bothered, but it was my from best friend. Well, my only friend really. After high school I left my hometown, and all the drama behind, and moved to the city. For the first year I tried to keep in close contact with ever...