Read the entries to previous WriteStuff competitions.
Alone he was, in the major mountains, no-one to comfort him. Little did he have, the sad, lonely man. Now I look back to this day, I feel sorry.
On the island that is known as the ‘Isle of Winter' there lived a lonely man who was alone. Fir trees, which had gnarled skeleton-like branches lay beneath the cold, icy snow. A freezing layer of wind just flew by the old man's house. Sadly, one day there was no heat in his home, how cold it was. Snow flakes were falling down by now, it was the winter's night, so he wasn't surprised.
Swiftly, he got his skis. Steep, sloping mountains were above him. The man thought, “ I'm fed up with this ski path, it leads to the same route and it repeats itself, i'm going off the path.”
As he slowly made his way off the ski path, snow, from higher up the mountain was rapidly falling down. There was nowhere to go! Above him was the falling snow and down below him was the frozen river which was nicknamed the ‘frozen zone’ as the temperature usually reaches to -10c!
He tried to escape but his legs were so numb and cold that he couldn't move. Birds were squeaking and the wolves were howling as loud as they could, but there was no luck. The snow had already reached him by then.
Trapping its prey, the snow had devoured the sad, lonely man and whipped him into the ‘frozen zone’. His house, untouched, stood proud among the rumble of snow. Ice smashed and shattered, left major injuries on the man.
Freezing temperatures of the river left the man dead. Alone he was, in the frozen river, no-one to comfort him.
Little did he have the sad, lonely man.
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