Like glitter on the ground, the shimmering of the snow encapsulated him. Everything around him was white; only he knew how terrible it was for such beauty to come. Quinn always loved winter, so he chose to travel to Russia. He knew the winters could be harsh, but it had been projected that the winter would be moderately mild.
Not only did Quinn love the winter, but he also loved anything outdoors. Mountaineering was one of his passions, and with that and his love of winter, Quinn chose to go to Mount Elbrus. Considering all the snow, Mount Elbrus is one of the most intense mountains to trek in Russia. Mountaineering is not an activity to be done alone, so Quinn brought his best friend, Gabe, along with him and their mountaineering group.
For the first few days, everything was fine. Quinn, Gabe, and their group made significant progress up Mount Elbrus. It was when the storm hit that everything fell apart. The unanticipated blizzard had blinded the group, and with Quinn and Gabe in the back, they lost sight of the group and were lost. The bad luck had not stopped there either. While Gabe was taking his turn scaling a mountain wall, an avalanche began its way, hurtling down at the two young men.
With that turn of luck, Quinn was buried in the snow while Gabe panicked and frantically dug him out. Wait, what’s that sound? Is a helicopter in the area? Thank God for that.
About the Creator
Nemo
I love writing, it has always been a passion of mine. Poetry is my best friend, though I can occasionally muster a short story up. I try to appeal to others, but I am true to myself, regardless. I emit feeling and am quite empathetic.
Everything I Want to Say to You
"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" - Vincent Van Gogh Do you think I should try it? It may not be a good idea. I fall fast and hard, every single time. Just because of a little bit of attention and interest, you threw my way, here I go again. In a way, I know it is wrong, and so do you. You should know better than I do since you have known it longer than I have. There are rules for a reason, especially against whatever this is.
By Nemo3 months ago in Confessions
Vale Perficientur
"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
By Matthew Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis5 days ago in Humans
Comments (1)
Oh goodness, let's hope they are saved!