Chains Of Poetry

Frozen Locket Games

As he walked through the snowstorm he kept thinking, “What if.. What if I went to bed, and found myself kidnapped when I awoke. What if I froze in the midst of the storm. What if the earth hadn't got pushed away from the sun.” He pushed away the thoughts, and looked at the cougar, the cougar who kept me company, the one that was trying to adapt to the dropping temperature; just as he was. He didn’t know much about the cougar, only that it was a part of his family owned wildlife preserve. It didn’t let him get near it, but it also showed him no signs of hostility. He checked his thermometer, it had dropped four degrees from the day before. He hadn’t seen anyone since the temperature began dropping. On the first day, it nearly dropped fifty degrees fahrenheit, so everyone was freaking out. Due to that fact, his family wasn’t able to catch a plane back from their recent vacation. He wished the earth had stopped drifting, maybe even drifted a little towards the sun. In the distance he saw smoke of a newly-lit fire, this sight surprised him. He picked up his pace towards the smoke even though it seemed to be about half a mile away. When he arrived at the fire, he saw something so horrendous he fell backwards into the layers of snow. He got back up and looked at the sight, he saw a dead woman, left bleeding out and frozen in the snow. There was a stab wound on her back, not enough to kill her, but to paralyze her, letting her suffer. On the fire was the remains of a meal she was cooking, the murderer of this lady didn’t seem to want anything. On the woman’s left arm was an outline of a mountain, caused by a branding iron, the burning flesh still producing a little bit of steam, as if trying to fight against the cold weather. Next to her was a note, he picked it up and it read