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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 08/02/2021
CHILLING HEIGHTS
Born 1988, M, from ENGLAND, United KingdomOn a very cold, windy day.
I decided to climb.
A very challenging mountain wall.
With chilling slopes of hanging glacier.
Ferocious spurs of snow and ice.
Forbidding, horrendous gullies.
Mighty rock buttresses.
And ferocious flutings.
Treacherous icefalls.
So I began the climb.
The largest buttress.
One step after another.
With neither tent nor oxygen.
Only ice axes and crampons.
To keep me from falling.
Finally, after a strenuous climb.
I reached the top of the buttress.
Beyond that, was a white world.
A chilling world of snow and ice.
By then it was getting darker.
I dug a snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In the hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I began to climb.
Up a mighty spur.
Now the climb was getting steeper.
With sheer vertical sections.
And giant gullies on either side.
It went on and on and on.
But I never gave up.
I never turned back.
I battled against the heights.
Until it began to get dark.
I dug another snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In the hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I continued.
To climb the mighty spur.
I felt like a spider.
Climbing up a gigantic wall.
Higher into the unknown.
There wasn’t a single moment.
When I didn’t feel afraid.
And yet it was the fear.
That drove me on and on.
Until it began to get dark.
I dug another snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In that hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I continued.
To climb the immense mountain.
I felt like an ant.
Minute compared to the snow world.
Then finally I reached it.
The top of the mighty spur.
But I was not at the summit.
There was a ridge to climb.
So I set off up the ridge.
Until I reached a lower summit.
Not far from the final summit.
The final ridge was treacherous.
With horrifying cliffs on either side.
I summoned up all my courage.
And overcame all the challenges.
Until finally I was there.
On top of the world.
At the summit of Mount Everest.
Every single one of us has a personal Everest to climb in life.
CHILLING HEIGHTS(BEN BROWN)
On a very cold, windy day.
I decided to climb.
A very challenging mountain wall.
With chilling slopes of hanging glacier.
Ferocious spurs of snow and ice.
Forbidding, horrendous gullies.
Mighty rock buttresses.
And ferocious flutings.
Treacherous icefalls.
So I began the climb.
The largest buttress.
One step after another.
With neither tent nor oxygen.
Only ice axes and crampons.
To keep me from falling.
Finally, after a strenuous climb.
I reached the top of the buttress.
Beyond that, was a white world.
A chilling world of snow and ice.
By then it was getting darker.
I dug a snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In the hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I began to climb.
Up a mighty spur.
Now the climb was getting steeper.
With sheer vertical sections.
And giant gullies on either side.
It went on and on and on.
But I never gave up.
I never turned back.
I battled against the heights.
Until it began to get dark.
I dug another snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In the hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I continued.
To climb the mighty spur.
I felt like a spider.
Climbing up a gigantic wall.
Higher into the unknown.
There wasn’t a single moment.
When I didn’t feel afraid.
And yet it was the fear.
That drove me on and on.
Until it began to get dark.
I dug another snow hole.
A shelter for the night.
In that hole I slept.
Like a badger or a fox.
Like a rabbit or a squirrel.
The next day I continued.
To climb the immense mountain.
I felt like an ant.
Minute compared to the snow world.
Then finally I reached it.
The top of the mighty spur.
But I was not at the summit.
There was a ridge to climb.
So I set off up the ridge.
Until I reached a lower summit.
Not far from the final summit.
The final ridge was treacherous.
With horrifying cliffs on either side.
I summoned up all my courage.
And overcame all the challenges.
Until finally I was there.
On top of the world.
At the summit of Mount Everest.
Every single one of us has a personal Everest to climb in life.
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Archisha Srivastava
08/08/2021WOW!!!!!! Amazing story! Keep it up. And congratulations on being the story star of the day. This story is really great! XD
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BEN BROWN
08/08/2021Ben Brown
Thank you for complimenting me on my story
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Shirley Smothers
08/08/2021Nice story/poem. I was on the edge. Afraid of falling. You kept my attention. Thank yiu for sharing.
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BEN BROWN
08/08/2021Ben Brown
Thank you for complimenting me on my poem
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Linda
08/04/2021Your poem kept me on the edge of my seat, as I followed you up the side of an enormous mountain not knowing if I would fall with you, but you were steady, careful, and methodically made the ascent resting along the way, and staying warm at night. I was wondering if we'd run out of oxygen or become weak and hungry. But I gathered hope as you took us higher& higher. And finally, we did it. See what a good writer does? They take their readers with them. Great Job, Ben. I loved it. Thank you for sharing. It was exciting to follow your imagination. Linda Long Island, New York.
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BEN BROWN
08/24/2022Ben Brown
Thank you for complimenting me on my story.
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Radrook
08/03/2021Very interesting story! I like the way that you repeatedly punctuate the narrative with the repetition of digging a shelter in the snow and resting in it like a fox or other animal. The wind, the extreme cold, the elevation, the snow, the ever-present ice, the treacerous crevasses and unpredictable, sudden, and potentially deadly avalanches, the lack of enough oxygen, etc, certainly makes Everest a very difficult challenge and is indeed an excellent choice of a symbol for all the challenges that we might encounter in life, and which demand the same determination that is required of a climber in order to overcome Everest.
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BEN BROWN
08/03/2021Thank you for complimenting me on my story.
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