Passing Through (IF: Snow)

     Running. Not stopping, nor slowing. The harsh frozen rain falls on her face. Water flowing over her cheeks, forming intricate patterns of ice. The cold is bitting down, threatening to absorb her in its abyss. She feels nothing only ache and sadness, for one so young the pain is horrendous... he can never come back, he is...dead

Stretch

Stretching the truth to far is something I have never and will never do....
Well....

Explore

     When I think or exploring I think of old time treasure maps, islands in the middle of the ocean, and a whole bunch of dangerous twists and turns. So with my IF I combined all these ideas into one and made an Indian Jones style treasure map.