Part 2 The girl had no knowledge of what had happened; she was in her room and yet she was not, the ground was coated with a soft layer of snow and all had returned to its natural form. Her grandmother’s oak chair by the clouded window was now a tree, with branches stretching across the ceiling, winding its nimbly twigs around her feet. The chandelier above her head turned into a vibrant fire, melting the previous snow and replacing it with an unbearable heat. The glass angels on the chandelier disappeared into a waterfall of sand, and slowly the seasons metamorphed before her eyes. She was the creator of these disasters; the responsibility dawned on her… She Was Mother Nature….

Part 1: The air curled itself around her sleek neck, tightening it’s grasp and slowly choking her soundlessly. She wasn’t sure if it was the cold that made her hallucinate or the fact that someone she couldn’t see was strangling her. She tried to heave her arm from the ground to feel the strange creature but it lay limp on the frosted soil. She felt like a dead fish floating on the surface of its bowl; hovering between #life and death in a slow, painful struggle. Natasha Gedeon (13) first story