MissGingerIce

 I'm cold. So cold.  The blizzard is pushing me around, and I can barely stay on my feet.  I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker.  Colder and colder.  Moving is getting more difficult by the second.  My feet feel as though they are made of lead as I slowly shuffle myself forward, fighting against the shivers rocking my entire body. The cold hurts, it burns. Not just the gusts of wind roaring in my ears and crashing into me, or the snow hitting me like a million tiny daggers, but the cold inside of me. Slowly encasing my body from the inside out. My head is foggy, I barely remember where I am or what's going on. I can feel my eyelids

 I'm cold. So cold.  The blizzard is pushing me around, and I can barely stay on my feet.  I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker.  Colder and colder.  Moving is getting more difficult by the second.  My feet feel as though they are made of lead as I slowly shuffle myself forward, fighting against the shivers rocking my entire body. The cold hurts, it burns. Not just the gusts of wind roaring in my ears and crashing into me, or the snow hitting me like a million tiny daggers, but the cold inside of me. Slowly encasing my body from the inside out. My head is foggy, I barely remember where I am or what's going on. I can feel my eyelids

"How'd this happen?"  The brown-haired cowboy questioned himself.  He had both arms draped through to bars of the cell he occupied, his hat lay on the floor next to him. "I was wonderin' the same thing," His red-headed, green-eyed partner in crime replied.  She was on the side of the cell, resting on one of the two beds.  She sat with her knees pulled to her chest and her red hat next to her. "How ya'll doing back there?" A somewhat husky voice called.  It was the Jailkeep who sat behind a desk, with a name plaque that read 'James Slink'.  He was the sheriff's Deputy.  He had a thin, lanky build and chocolate brown hair just a shade darke

A/N: This story is a sequel to my other story, "Do You Trust Me?". If you have not read that story yet, you will be confused. Enjoy! "Isn't it great?"  Woody asked with a smile. "It's amazing, Woody!"  Jessie shouted happily as she hugged him. "Jess..."  He sighed. "I know..."  She said grumpily.  Her voice becoming scratchy, "I'm just so happy."  She said sadly, trying to keep her voice low. Woody shook his head sadly. "So, do you kids have everything?"  Rex asked them happily. "Yes, sir.  Everything is moved in."  Woody replied with a smile. "Oh, I am just so happy that you two finally have a house of yer own!"  Trixie exclai

 It's been a year since Jessie and Buzz started dating. Not that he's keeping track or anything.  Honestly though, he feels as though he's come to better terms with the whole thing. At least Jessie's happy. And, it's not like she's ever refused to hang out with him. They're still friends, and they're still close. Nothing can change that.  Of course, things would be even better if he didn't have to share her with anyone else. Although, perhaps that's how Buzz feels in regards to him.  Even if that is the case, the man hasn't said a single thing that would make Woody feel in the way. Buzz is a good man. That makes the situation all the more

"Sometimes, the life of a sheriff is a dangerous one.  Hunting down armed thugs and breaking up gun fights are common events that I deal with.  I'm used to the danger my job brings.  Danger is something I can handle.  Then there are other situations that come with the job.  They may not be dangerous, but they sure can be scary as hell." ******* As I sit at my desk, looking over the updated list of most wanted criminals, I can't help but yawn.  Today has been surprisingly quiet.  It would be a welcomed changed.  If it stays that way. Jessie sent me with a sandwich and some water for lunch.  I told her that it wasn't necessary, I rarely ha

This is a story about young Bruce Wayne. ---------------------------------------------- I open my eyes to see the same room, in the same house, in the same city.  And yet...Everything feels different.  Strange.  Uncomfortable.  Mad. I had that dream again.  The one I've been having every night since... There they are, the tears.  Every morning, the tears.  I try to hold them back, be a man, but...I can't.  I just can't. It's that dream.  Every night it's the same.  I'm with my parents and we're leaving the theater.  I'm happy.  Laughing.  Pretending I'm Zorro.  My parents are looking at me, smiling, and telling me to keep up because we

 It's that time of year again. The time of year that makes life hard for the likes of me. The cold has already set in, and the snow is just beginning to fall. Makes me wish I lived somewhere else. Makes me wish I actually live somewhere at all.  I got my coat, I got my boots, they keep me warm enough. Not as warm as I'd like, but warm enough.  The wind is unforgiving as I walk down the streets. So are every pair of eyes that meet mine. I can see the hatred in their stares, even if they don't mean to show it. The silent judgements each one of them passes on me.  I stink, I'm sure of it. Ain't too easy on the eyes, neither. My coat isn't

 I'm sitting on the couch next to my sister. There's a movie on the television, but I'm not really watching it. Wholly absorbed in my thoughts, I'm only brought back to reality by her occasional chuckles.  It's Saturday night, our movie night. And, just as we do every Saturday, we made popcorn, which my sister is bogarting, as she always does. It really doesn't bother me, I was never fond of popcorn anyway.  Although to the outsider it may not seem like it, this is my favorite night of the week. I'm just not good with emotions. I tend to remain quiet and keep to myself. My sister on the other hand, has always been rather exuberant, someth

 Ingo is on his way home. Usually, his younger brother, Emmet, would be by his side. That's not the case tonight though, for Emmet has fallen ill. At least, that's what he said.    'It's ridiculous really. A grown man, acting like a child complaining about a 'tummy ache'. Please.' Ingo scoffs at his thoughts as though they were words he'd spoken directly to Emmet. He has to admit, it's rather unsettling not having his brother by his side. It's strange only being able to scold his younger half in his thoughts. He'll be sure to give Emmet a piece of his mind when he gets home.  Catching a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, Ingo tu