Hi! this is my first original story!! Tell me if you like it!
Above Below Zero: Part 1
It was cold. Not freezing or chilly, just plain cold. And there was no escaping it. Slowly but surely it was numbing me out. First, my toes, then it crawled up my legs, and before I Knew it I was quivering like a mad man. Which was ironic since a mad man got me into this position. Honestly I will never listen to my brother again. What kind of idiot do you have to take a beginner down the back trails! Technically they weren't even trails, in fact it was highly suggested that snowboarders and skiers stay away from the uncharted slopes. And now I was most likely five feet beneath white powder with only one ski that was snapped in half. No one would ever find me, I was already submitting to my own icy grave.
Yes I did try digging, but its hard when you don't know which way is up. After maybe ten minutes of non-stop digging I came to the realization that it was pointless work that only succeeded in wearing me out. It wasn't completely worthless since it did make a cavity for me so that I wasn't choked by snow. But it was still cold. I even tried screaming. Didn't take long to recognize that it was worse than digging. Man I was in a pickle. More like an icy pickle. I almost gave up, how the hell was I supposed to get out of this predicament! That was until I herd the shouting. There are times in your life when you don't care how small something is, and you feel your heart could burst with gratitude. Any other day I would have been annoyed that people were yelling aimlessly, not sure what they were looking for. But today that was not any other day. I tried screaming, that didn't work. Apparently my prior attempt at shouting had allowed my throat to be coated with ice. Joy. I looked around me (though there wasn't much to see) and the only thing I could think would be any use to me was the snapped ski. Taking the last bit of strength I had I grabbed the ski and shoved it above my head. I didn't even know if it would penetrate the surface, but it was my last chance of being recued. I wiggled it around to just to make it more noticeable. The shout were getting louder. I wiggled the ski some more, my heart was flaring with hope; it practically melted the cold that once engulfed me. And then the ski was snatched from my fingers. I was so confused. What happened to my ski! But then I hear voices above me and sounds of what I thought might be digging. My once dull little cavern was getting brighter. I started digging upward. I was going to be saved!
The rest was a blur.
oooooh cliffy!! tell me if i should go on or not!
R&R and i don't mind flames as long as they can help me improve