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Last Moments In The Snow

My breath is rapid and shallow as the cold soaks into my core. How ironic for an ice queen like me to meet my end lying in the snow. The ice is becoming stained by my blood which is spreading through the purity of the snow like a virus. In a way I am also like the snow. Pretty yet cold. One moment soft then icily indifferent. My perfect world that I tried so hard to create fell apart in my choke hold and now is nothing but a blank wasteland. In the end my own desperate struggles caused desolation.

by Amy Noble (13)
Hawkley Hall High School, Lancashire

Competition - Mini Monologues

Copyright remains with the author.