This is just something I had to write in Language Arts as a writing prompt, and I liked it, so here you go. I wrote this in 5 minutes, so don't blame me if there are some mistakes that got past revising.
DISCLAIMER: I didn't write the Giver, so don't sue me.
As the sled sliced through the snow, down the sloping hill, Jonas felt a numb sensation cloud over his mind. Slowly, his thoughts dimmed, and his senses dulled. Realizing what was happening, Jonas cried out with his mind. No, he begged, just let me make it to the bottom of the hill. Please, for Gabe.
Despite his pleas, his lungs began to seize up, making it harder to breathe. Jonas felt his heart beat slow as the cold overtook his body. His movements slowed into a jerky rhythm. Jonas's bright, pale eyes clouded over, and he tipped off the sled, falling face first into the new fallen snow. With a shuddering breath that Jonas knew was going to be his last, he whispered to the newchild held close to his chest. "I'm sorry, Gabe. I never meant for this to happen."
He closed his eyes, and felt the life leave his body.
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As if in a dream, Jonas traveled up, up, through the clouds, higher than he had ever gone before. He looked down. He saw a figure, wrapped in a thick wool jacket, run to his lifeless body, and pick up Gabe's little form. The figure motioned with its hand, and called to something behind it. Soon, another form appeared from the snowstorm, took Gabe's limp form from the other's arms, and they raced back into the freezing storm. Jonas knew Gabe was going to be safe.
He was, too, in Elsewhere.
Jonas made it to Elsewhere, in the end. I hope you liked it, and… yeah.
See the little blue button right down there? Click on it, type something nice and I won't have to track you down and release you.
Just kidding. Not.
-Zombiefied Rider