Snippets of some dank stories (except they're actually stories)

Short one right here laddie

The floor was covered in a thin layer of ice, so thin that Bonnie’s smallest heels cracked and splintered it. The noise was satisfactory, somehow, and so she admittedly put more pressure into her walk then she’d usually do. It was so silent that she could hear her own heart beating, and the ice splintering seemed to thunder as the silence amplified the noise. Her breath came out in clouds and her lips were cold and cracked, her eyelashes were damp from the snow falling and melting, and the hail that fell on her stayed frozen in her hair.
She knew she had to get home soon or else everyone else would freeze to death. They didn’t have a heater, and they barely had any blankets, and their thin jackets wouldn’t do anything. Normally, Bonnie could rely on Amotette for these kinds of things, but she was terribly ill and couldn’t walk. No one else in the cave knew where the rocks were to block out the cold and nobody else had the strength to put them there, not even Geo.
Amorette! She realized. Oh, Amorrette could die if I don’t get home soon, she couldn’t talk the last time I saw her and it’s much colder now! Bonnie kept walking as fast as she could, the fear of losing Amorette driving her forward. She loved her friends more than anything, and Amorette especially; everyone else was like family, but Amorette was someone who was always by Bonnie’s side and she never wanted to lose her. It was true what Orabelle had told her in that dream. But she wasn’t able to accept it yet.
        Bonnie was running now, (running as much as you could run in a hail storm) but she began to worry about running in the wrong direction. She couldn’t see--her eyes were pretty much frozen shut from the tears she’d been shedding.