Three Years Made Her Cold Novels & Stories

You couldn't eat light. She hung her coat on the back of the chair by the door — thin at the elbows, starting to pill at the cuffs. Three winters she'd had it. It wasn't going to survive a fourth. She stepped out of her shoes and winced when her feet hit the cold floor, that specific cold that comes up through cheap linoleum and settles into your bones like it paid rent.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

When the three of them returned home, the air in the house was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension. Lily retreated to her bedroom immediately, her heart weighed down by guilt and confusion, she wanted to be in a close space rather than the chilly windy weather outside. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the closed glass window, the weather was beautiful, it was the perfect proportion of a chilly night and a warm night, it wasn't very cold but also wasn't very warm.

I asked her “yeah. Kinda. Whatever” she said and stood up “I'll go get some soup for you” she said and left the room I opened my palm and stared at it. It was not healed yet and was still very painful. Mari 🍁🍁 I felt a type of shrill cold immediately we stepped into the house. I don't think I can live here again, I just don't feel good about the house anymore. “this place suddenly feels cold” I said and stopped walking

Author ****** It was the coldest evening of the city so far in the previous ten years. The windows of the three-storey manor were left open only for the wind to march inside. Actually like an undetectable beast the breeze was prepared to make each being shiver in its essence. Even though the climate was sufficient to freeze anybody, the lady in her twenties who was perched on the floor of her examination in a side seat position wasn't influenced. The breeze couldn't make her bone-chilling in any event, when the solitary attire covering her body was a slim cotton white robe.

she said, “you’re not as cold as you pretend to be.” Then she hurried up. I stood there alone, listening to her footsteps fade. She was wrong. I was exactly as cold as I needed to be but tonight, for the first time in years, that cold felt like it was starting to crack.

" I, too, was dressed in full mourning attire, which did not violate funeral requirements. However, I did not appear as formal as Sarah. Someone gave Colleen a nudge with their elbow, unable to watch us any longer. "She has just lost her daughter. It's normal for her to seem like a completely different person. Save it, will you?" Norman shielded me hastily, trying to mediate the situation harmoniously. At the same time, Sarah linked arms with me and defended righteously, "Don't make those assumptions. Dezzy is hurting the most after losing her daughter." I scoffed, freeing my arm from her. Then, I walked further into the hall. "Come on in, everyone. It's almost time."

Laced with a drop of something richer she always did like theatrics. “Wow,” she croons, her voice soft and sugary. “You’re awake.” I don’t answer. I just glare. She sets the tray down on the table by my bed and straightens her dress, running her fingers through her hair like she’s preparing for a date, not a war. “You’ve been out for three days,” she says, casually. “The Shadow Guard really outdid himself this time. I thought your skull cracked from the sound of it.” “Too bad it didn’t,” I rasp.

Then, with perfect timing, she could slip into her sweetest act and bring the ordeal to a close. However, nearly forty minutes had passed. Chloe set down her phone and bit her lower lip. The freezer had been set to -58°F for three days. She knew I might not survive that kind of cold. Still, I had grown up with nothing. Girls like me were supposed to be tough, used to hardship and biting winters. Besides, Chloe had only changed the temperature. She did not lock me in there with her own hands. If something really happened, my three brothers were the ones who locked the door.

My mind went blank. Even if she had lived? What did that mean? Summer curled her lip, completely unfazed by his anger. "It’s too cold in here. Turn the temperature up two degrees." Dorian obediently picked up the remote and did as she said. He remembered that Summer was sensitive to the cold, yet forgot that air conditioning always gave me headaches. That headache condition came from when Cody was a year old. He had a series of high fevers, and I had stayed awake for half a month straight, holding him day and night without rest.