26th September 2019

Creative Writing

It is dawn in the distant mountains, not a beautiful sunrise dawn, but a deathly, cold unhabitable dawn. The only inhabitant is the fierce weather that resides in this derelict environment. Raw Icy wind tears over the colossal cornice that towers above the desolate plains. Shrapnel like ice shoots into thin air as it detaches from the lingering beast. Shadows fill the vast valley in a surge of masculinity as billowing clouds clog the heavens. Sharp veiny ridgelines explode from the daunting elemental peak with abominable avalanches racing down the steep slopes as if it is an Olympic event.

The volatile environment is one that would compete with the harsh trenches of the first world war, one that is so dilapidated it is almost of another earth. Anyone who dares come this far has dared too much, they have taken one risk to many, put their life into the hands of the elements, the weather, the unknown.

The forever ending crevasse’s split the glacier like a broken windscreen. One wrong step and you will be falling forever just like the dreams that force you to wake up in a pool of sweat, but this time it will be in the harshness of reality. A reality so harsh that you are faced with a pitiful ending like this, an ending where your fate is none other than lost in depths of hell. The feeling of the ice-cold wind brushing against your frail frame is enough to send you into a headspin, so hallucinogenic you would think its summertime in Bali.

The snow and ice dashing across the ground feels like a coat of a thousand nails pinned against your chest. “Crunch Crunch”, your frozen boots sink deep into the soft powder snow, struggling with each step, so low on energy that you can barely stay on guard, can barely watch out for the forever deep crevasses.

Falling over, the ice-cold air penetrates deep into your frozen nostrils, deep into your body, scaring you from the inside out. You lie still, taking in the raw beauty of turmoil and destruction that calls this place home, observing what no other man has ever seen, it is atrocious yet alluring.

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