Kissing FrostWhite perfection, in all its terrible fury. The wind howled through the icy wind, screaming in agony as it cast knives of chill through all in its path. The snow that had once piled up on the ground in a beautiful sheet had turned to treacherous quicksand, gripping her feet and sucking her down, every step more difficult than the last. Everything in vision was a dangerous white. A perfect sheet of utter white.Kissing Frost8 years ago in Prose More Like This
Niamh shivered, clutching her shoulders at the seams of her coat. The wind bit at her exposed face like needles, having already yanked her chestnut hair from its bun and proceeded to play with it, tossing it side to side and slapping her raw cheeks. She whimpered, biting her lip to keep it from going numb.
Some Christmas Eve this was turning out to be. She had meant only to deliver a package to the next farm overů why hadn't she accepted her neighbor's offer to stay the night? To return home o