Telapak Kaki Dingin Terus Novels & Stories

Running in the snow barefoot had left the soles of our feet raw. “Lucky for you girls, I am not just a shoe salesmen, I am also the town’s podiatrist.” The shopkeeper said as he came out of the back room with a bag of supplies. “Around these parts, its not uncommon for people to get frostbite or other injuries in the winter. Now lets have a look.” He spent several minutes working on each of our feet, cleaning, then massaging ointment into them and finally wrapping them in a thin wrap.

Julia The snow beneath my feet crunches with every step I take, and a cloud of smoke leaves my mouth as I take a breath while the cold night air wraps around me like a blanket, only there's no comfort from it, it only makes my fingers and nose burn even more with how cold they are. I wrap my arms around my body as tightly as I can, but I only have on a tee shirt and hoody, so there's not much hope of me getting warm anytime soon. Any feeling in my fingers and toes stopped ages ago, and I'm pretty sure that if it was possible, my nose would fall off at any second. I swear it feels so numb that you'd think that it was frozen. The holes in my shoes are not helping my situation, and neither is t

When it was fully opened and billowed out over both seats, he said, “I’ll sit back against the door. You sit between my legs. We can wrap two blankets and the tarp around both of us. You can take the third blanket for extra protection on your legs and feet.” It was a good plan—as much as it covered. “What about your feet?” she asked. “No problem.” he replied. She peered toward the floor. She couldn’t see his boots. It was too dark down there. But she had a very strong feeling that they were soaked through. “Are those boots waterproof?” she asked. “They’re fine.” he replied. “Wrong answer. You can’t sit here all night with wet feet. You’ll get frostbite.” Kimberly said. “I’m all right.” Asher

When that didn't happen, she decided to go out. Vera left the muffler in the room and stepped out in the woollen night dress Daphne had lent her. She walked through the dark corridors as winds howled in the emptiness. A snow blizzard was unfolding outside. Vera hugged her arms because it was really cold and on top of that she was walking barefoot. That's because when she was in the room, it was awfully hot and she was sweating. She thought walking on a cold tiled floor will help her feel at ease again. However, as soon as she came away from the room, her fingers started curling inwardly because of the cold.

At least several hours but how many, how many more? Fingers hurting. Legs cramping. Shiver, shiver, shiver, shivering so much it hurt. Wind hurt even worse. Why so cold? Wasn't it so much warmer than this earlier? Warm up. Rub, rub, rub hands, chest, legs. Heat, lifesaving warmth from the hands to the core of the body, collecting life and thawing it.

KEENA Cool wind blows across my body and I realize that I must have left my window open. Pulling the covers from my body, I wiggle my toes before I set them on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I know that there is something wrong. The ground is too cold under my feet and the wind is blowing in through the window too strongly.

Cold sweat had long soaked all her clothes, and when the cold wind blew, her teeth trembled faintly, yet she clenched them tightly, refusing to let out even a single groan. The layer of decaying leaves beneath her feet grew thicker, soft like a swamp. A little too much force and half her foot would sink in. Cold, wet mud seeped in through the seams of her shoes, carrying the stench of soil and rot, sticking to her skin, cold and itchy.

“They get cold at night. I used to want a dog just so I could have them lay in bed and keep my feet warm.” “That’s a good reason to get a dog.” “I know, right?” I let go of her hand and move mine to her feet, cupping them both against my palm. “You’re so warm,” she says quietly and leans back. I start to rub her feet—to be helpful, of course. There’s no need to make her be cold. “I tend to run warm. I’m always hot.” “I’m the opposite. I get cold easily and my hands and feet feel like ice if the temp drops below eighty.”

Sophia POV The cold was the kind that lived in your bones. Not the clean, honest cold of winter air—this was damp and stagnant, the cold of a place that had never known warmth. It crept through the concrete floor and up through the soles of my shoes, working its way into my joints until every position was equally miserable. I pulled my knees tighter to my chest anyway. Not for warmth. For the thing I was protecting. Hold on , I thought, pressing my palm flat against my stomach. Just hold on.

Kevan looked past her shoulders and his gaze landed on the large desk in the study. Before he left, the desk was empty. Now, it was stacked with documents. Her computer was on, displaying rows of numbers from the reports. "Alright." Kevan smiled and turned to leave. Suddenly, Larissa grabbed his hand. "Why are your hands so cold?" She gasped at the coldness of Kevan's hands. Larissa knew that Kevan had a lower body temperature than normal. His hands always felt cold throughout the year. However, his hands were freezing to the touch.