Everything blurred together, shades of white and red swirling together to create shapes unknown. Flashes of color erupted from the top, while sirens played. People were rushing around with flashes of white, neon green, and yellow. Nothing made sense. They were all rushing in with a white cot and came out with my mom lying on the cot, with the strange people rushing her out. 

Where were they going? Why couldn’t I come along? It was all so confusing, so I just stood there, on the front porch, watching and waiting. She looked directly at me, and smiled, a big smile as she was wheeled away. My dad must have come out too because I couldn’t find him anywhere after that. So I sat on the porch, watching them fade away.

Laying on the couch in a dark room, only dimly lit by a green candle waiting for them to come home. My grandmother kneeled before me, praying for my mother, being my only company. A knock on the door, two pairs of footsteps, an open door, and a flash of light. Suddenly, the room wasn’t so dark anymore.

Snowfall Cycle (Final Story)

The air was frozen solid, and all encompassing. Boots thick and heavy weighed down my steps. Thin blade extruded from the bottom of the boots making it near-impossible to balance. The benches were lined up like stanchions creating a pathway all leading to one point.

My only focus was the gate, a barrier separating the mall and frozen lands beyond. The skating rink was surrounded by glass walls for all to look in, and the ice had carving that resembled a hockey rink.

“Come on, let’s go!” My cousin, Jessica, led me in. Ice skating is one of her favorite things to do. She rarely ever goes, but since I’m visiting, her dad decided to take us.

Immediately, my legs started to wobble, it was even harder to balance than before. My legs were like zigzags, going in all sorts of directions, with no rhyme or reason. The only thing I could do was grab onto the braces to prevent myself from falling. Jessica was racing through the rink, soaring like a bird. But when I tried, I just fell.

The cold seeped through my clothes, touching my skin. My hands felt numb, and frosted. I couldn’t get back up, I just kept falling and falling and falling. So, I had to just sit there cold and sad while I waited for somebody to help me up.

I don’t like skating, I said. It’s impossible, I said. I can’t do it. I don’t want to fall down. But they encouraged me, went to the skating rink with me, had me try again and again until finally, I could do it. I was able to skate a little bit, not much, but it was still something. So I went and went and went until before I knew it, the day was over.