Iceshadows & lovehearts
Surely the ice realm can’t feel the incredibly overwhelming power of love, even if they are face to face with a witty, beautiful person.
But if you think so, you’re wrong.
We humans can’t always understand that we need to take a sense of wonder of the world around us, and understand why, and what it holds in store for us.
Esmeralda was an ice girl; her mother never felt love, neither did her grandmother, her great grandmother, her auntie, no relation of hers had ever felt the sensual, romantic feeling of love.
This is the tale of how the first ever ice person that ever fell in love, went head over heels for a seventeen year old called Karl Cunningham.
As Karl was trudging home in the thick, bleach white snow, he stopped.
The snow in front of him built itself up, until it was a very detailed ice sculpture.
The features magically carved themselves into life, the icy hair began to shimmer with a golden glimmer; Karl was gob smacked as the hair started to tumble over the figure’s shoulders.
Up until now, Karl had only been focusing on the hair, as he shook himself; he noticed how humanly she looked.
It was like the description of “Snow White” without hair as black as ebony.
Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.
Surely the ice realm can’t feel the incredibly overwhelming power of love, even if they are face to face with a witty, beautiful person.
But if you think so, you’re wrong.
We humans can’t always understand that we need to take a sense of wonder of the world around us, and understand why, and what it holds in store for us.
Esmeralda was an ice girl; her mother never felt love, neither did her grandmother, her great grandmother, her auntie, no relation of hers had ever felt the sensual, romantic feeling of love.
This is the tale of how the first ever ice person that ever fell in love, went head over heels for a seventeen year old called Karl Cunningham.
As Karl was trudging home in the thick, bleach white snow, he stopped.
The snow in front of him built itself up, until it was a very detailed ice sculpture.
The features magically carved themselves into life, the icy hair began to shimmer with a golden glimmer; Karl was gob smacked as the hair started to tumble over the figure’s shoulders.
Up until now, Karl had only been focusing on the hair, as he shook himself; he noticed how humanly she looked.
It was like the description of “Snow White” without hair as black as ebony.
Karl felt a sudden pounding, an urge, non-instinctively; he swept her off of her feet.
1 comment:
that was brill!!!
thanx for letting me see it erly in your email
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