Snow Apocalypse Home Game Entry for LJ Idol
Whispers of an extensive winter storm floated through the air. Though no one truly believed it would be anything quite as immense as the forecasters were saying. The accumulation totals were nothing more than a couple of inches. The prediction for Wednesday was close to seven to eight inches of white powder covering the Washington landscape.
It started at midnight. Minuscule flakes, no bigger than my finger tip, shot down from the heavens. Within an hour, the ground was white with a light dusting of fresh winter snow. A blanket of white shimmered upon the landscape after a couple more hours. It pained me as a car ruined the flawless finished. Though, what was ruined was quickly renewed.
Treacherous roads forced schools and businesses to close as the storm hovered over Washington. Many drivers refused to leave their homes as their lives were more important than their jobs. Things were bad, but it slowly turned worse as freezing rain was added into the mix.
Overnight, the roads became nothing more than a gigantic ice rink. Snow, trees, cars, power lines, and houses were encased in a blanket of ice. Cars and trucks slid down large hills and slight inclines, or suddenly veered off the road into the guardrail or ditch. Power lines slowly sagged from the weight of the ice. Branches cracked, dropping snow from their boughs, from the weight of snow and ice. Finally, the branches crashed towards the earth only to be caught, briefly, by sagging power lines. Suddenly, everything went dark as the power lines snapped. The once serene beauty of the freshly fallen snow had turned sinister.
An eerie calm spread over the land as the darkness began to envelop western Washington. I trudged through the ice-covered snow precariously in search of food. I saw a few people off in the distance and I heard voices upon the winds, but I felt as if I was the only survivor of this snowy apocalypse. All I could do was hope that there was life beyond the trees of my gloomy neighborhood.
My breath caught in my throat as I finally reached the road beyond my neighborhood. The whole city for as far as the eye could see was plunged into darkness. Despair threaten to overcome me, but I was urged, by my roommate, to soldier on. My hoped soared as we rounded the corner to find Target was running on generator power.
Armed with the essentials for a long couple of days, my roommate and I made the treacherous journey home. We huddled together, with the cat, to battle against the bitter cold until the unnerving darkness came to an end.
It started at midnight. Minuscule flakes, no bigger than my finger tip, shot down from the heavens. Within an hour, the ground was white with a light dusting of fresh winter snow. A blanket of white shimmered upon the landscape after a couple more hours. It pained me as a car ruined the flawless finished. Though, what was ruined was quickly renewed.
Treacherous roads forced schools and businesses to close as the storm hovered over Washington. Many drivers refused to leave their homes as their lives were more important than their jobs. Things were bad, but it slowly turned worse as freezing rain was added into the mix.
Overnight, the roads became nothing more than a gigantic ice rink. Snow, trees, cars, power lines, and houses were encased in a blanket of ice. Cars and trucks slid down large hills and slight inclines, or suddenly veered off the road into the guardrail or ditch. Power lines slowly sagged from the weight of the ice. Branches cracked, dropping snow from their boughs, from the weight of snow and ice. Finally, the branches crashed towards the earth only to be caught, briefly, by sagging power lines. Suddenly, everything went dark as the power lines snapped. The once serene beauty of the freshly fallen snow had turned sinister.
An eerie calm spread over the land as the darkness began to envelop western Washington. I trudged through the ice-covered snow precariously in search of food. I saw a few people off in the distance and I heard voices upon the winds, but I felt as if I was the only survivor of this snowy apocalypse. All I could do was hope that there was life beyond the trees of my gloomy neighborhood.
My breath caught in my throat as I finally reached the road beyond my neighborhood. The whole city for as far as the eye could see was plunged into darkness. Despair threaten to overcome me, but I was urged, by my roommate, to soldier on. My hoped soared as we rounded the corner to find Target was running on generator power.
Armed with the essentials for a long couple of days, my roommate and I made the treacherous journey home. We huddled together, with the cat, to battle against the bitter cold until the unnerving darkness came to an end.