Arctic Valley: Short Story

The fresh, clean breeze hits my cold, smooth face. The chilled air I breath in suffocates my lungs. Mosquitoes buzz in my ears like bees. My feet feel heavy. Gray clouds fill the sky around the small city below the mountains. People talk to pass the time. I try to keep quiet. My spit gets thicker and thicker every step I take. Birds are chirping left to right. On top of the mountain is so beautiful. It feels like I'm invincible.

By: Janely