Crying Tears of Ice

Crying Tears of Ice

A Story by Broken Hearted Faux

“H-help” She could barely utter the words over her frozen lips.

No one answered over the barren ice land around her. And she prayed to be found before the cold stole her away. She licked her lips, trying to feel them again through all the numbing pain.

She hurt everywhere. And ached from the top of her head to her untouchable toes. They had suffered a harsh frostbite moment when her tent door ripped open from threatening frosty winds.

“H-help…” She cried again, and a tear managed to snake its way down her cheek before freezing up.

A blizzard begun to pick up, as her feet daringly tromped over the thin ice as she made her way across, staring blankly out into the distance, believing she found a highway not too far from where she stood.

“H-he-” She couldn’t finish the word before her lips cracked and began to bleed.

She cupped her frozen hands around her lips, and felt fresh tears rise but never fall. Peering down at her palms, she wheezed a gasp at the sight of her blood on them.

A violent wave of ice and wind struck her head on, and toppled her over, causing her back to strike the ice. She broke through its fine surface and gasped in water instead of air.

The cold water was like pin needles as it targeted exposed areas of skin and pieces of ice were like glass, cutting up her face and hands. She lost a finger, and across one cheek stood out a lengthy bruised cut.

She struggled to fight against the black waters, legs dead and still trying to surface her body into the air. But with each pathetic kick, she fell deeper and deeper; her heavy wet clothes dragging her further and further.

She fought her way through her clothes, shedding them off one by one, till she was left in a ragged tee shirt and jeans. She kicked her shoes off, since she couldn’t feel her toes anyhow.

But all too soon, the water temperature dropped below zero, falling dangerously low in the negative forties. She could see the surface, could almost taste the air, but the air in her lungs was already gone…

And the ocean took her deep into its darkness…

Those tears on her face still frozen in ice.

© 2011 Broken Hearted Faux


Author's Note

Broken Hearted Faux
I personally don't like much of it, but I care to know if it's worth the read. So please. Comment ^_^

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Well, i definitely like how it was put together. its a fun read and i would like to know a little background. the could be turned into an epic tale if twisted right. i personally like stories that end in heroic deaths so my mind automatically thinks "who did she save to end up in a situation like this?"

Posted 9 Years Ago


Was quite good actually. very descriptive and emotional. a few problems with repeating stuff, not phrases just like words "frostbite - frosty winds" "Freezing up - began to pick up" etc. it was kind of short but thats whats good about it. with things like this people (myself included) tend to ramble on about what they're feeling/thinking but you managed to avoid that. great piece of work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Its so... Sad. So horrible... But in a wonderful way. Its so... Perfect :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow. I actually really like this. Good detail and an awesome story over all (really into morbid stuff for some reason lol >

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 6, 2011
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Broken Hearted Faux
Broken Hearted Faux

Salt Lake City, UT



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