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In Fraser Williamson’s Style

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

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Avalanche

One cold afternoon three men were out mountain trecking. Their names were Bob,Tom and Ben. It was so cold,it was like it was minus fifty degrees celsius. I could feel the cold creeping into my gloves. After a few minutes i could not feel my fingers or anything. The mountain was so steep when we climbed over it. Everything was white for a second because I fell into the snow. It was like an avalanche had covered my face down. I could barely breath under all that snow, but nothing would stop me now. The pain was growing, my fingers were darkening and my heart was beating faster. I felt something vibrate under my feet. I was watching as a huge river of snow came tumbling down the mountain. "AVALACHE"I shouted. I was terrified...