The cold had chewed through Bertha's fingers and was working its way up her body. She had began running, then walking, then crawling but now she lay in the snow. Her body unable to move. She could feel the cold grasping at her numbing flesh. Her breath blew smoke through the air. Everything hurt as her body desperately tried to cling to life. Her head lay in the snow, the cold clutching to her cheek. Her last thoughts were of home.
YOU ARE READING
Goretober 2021
HorrorI did this last year and I'm doing it again, I still can't draw so I'm going to be writing a short story for each prompt. I can't promise that i'll finish the entire thing but I want to beat my record last year so wish me luck
