I see the
white winter land as I come around the corner. It’s like I’m living in a
gigantic ice cream. I can see lots of icicles glimmering and shimmering from
trees.
The hard
icy, grey snowflakes glimmer down from the sparkly clouds.
Bluebirds are
twittering sweet songs. The cold breeze touches my frozen skin. I can smell
sweet, cold fresh air while tasting the spectacular snow as it touches my face
and slides down my skin.
Greer this comment is a bit late but your story is amazing. It creates a strong picture in my head of the scene you are describing which is what all good stories must do! Keep practicing!
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