Description of ice

Description of ice!!! You are never seen in spring, or summer not even in autumn. But in winter while the snow is glimmering in the sky, I see you shining there on the ground. You shine under the moonlight like a sheet of polished metal. You look solid and you feel cold, your mind is blank and your heart is pure. You are as slippery as a marble floor. When I step onto your surface I slip, when I feel your hands my brain freezes. You smell of

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emptiness yet you are solid from head to toe. As my warm hands touched your skin your heart turns warm, however your conscience is still frozen and seeks its cold revenge. As my hand cools down I smell cold fire. I see icicles forming on window sills. As I see the soft and delicate snowflakes falling from the cloudy white sky, I wonder how they become so hard and brown. I see other people walking on the streets they kick the ice not thinking about its feelings. My hands start to shiver so I put them into my pockets. Amazingly I find a piece of broken glass it is as clear and as hard as you, but not quite as cold. The class reflect the light of the sun with the colours of the rainbow. Where as you start to melt with beads of water runner down your face. When I break the glass the sharp, blade like pieces drive themselves into my wet, soggy gloves. When I try to break you in half, my hands freeze, so you fall on the ground and shatter into many small pieces. The glass breaks into neat cube like pieces. You shatter into to odd and rough pieces. You don’t care about how untidy you look. When the snow stops and the temperature increases, the glass is still there in my hand. But you have vanished and replacing you is a small and innocent puddle of water. Your soul has also turned crystal clear. As the seasons go by you are nearly extinct. Until that one afternoon, I was sitting outside when I suddenly felt really hot so I went inside. I put my water cup in the freezer so it would become icy. That word stuck my mind; I thought that if I could make the drink really cold by putting it in the freezer for half an hour. If I put it in there for an hour it might turn frosty and if I put it in there for two hours there might be a chance of it turning into ice. With that thought in my mind I went and opened the cold freezer. I stood there shivering and thinking about the colour blue. I was also asking myself where in the freezer I should put the glass. I put the glass of colourless water into the freezer and began to wait. I thought to myself, who shall I meet today? What if the water doesn’t harden? When will the water solidify? Why did the ice go all those months ago? How shall a keep the ice hard?