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Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
I'm cold, Religiously cold.
Terror finally becomes almost
bearable
but never quite
terror creeps like a cat
crawls like a cat
across my mind
Like a drowning man with a Styrofoam cooler.
I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud.
Cold has its own taste. It tastes of a bitten tongue. It coils around you, a living thing, a beast that means to kill you, not with wrath, not with tooth nor claw, but with the mercy of surrender, with the kindness of letting you go gentle into the long night after such a burden of pain and misery.
I definitely wasn't cold. I was liquid heat. I was terror and curiosity and denial disguised as indifference. You
Don't say anything. Just act cool," I whispered.
Mavkel started to shiver.
"Like this?" it asked.
"No, I mean act calm."
Mavkel stopped shivering.
Iciness enshrouds my body - a foretaste of death's chill.
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
Freeze or panic.
Walking with Murphy
through the bone-freezing chill
toward the bus stop,
I start shivering.
And somehow,
when he slips his arm around me
to warm me up,
it feels right.
Righter than anything ever has.
I'd paralyzed their lives, their futures. I was like ice, like frost freezing their hopes and dreams. I was the living embodiment of frostbite.
Cold, still, lookin a little uncomfortable in death as if they weren't quite used to it yet.
The frost of loneliness makes me shiver.
Unsettling, like seeing Stalin on a skateboard.
Chills crept up my back. It may seem like nothing to a normal person, but I wasn't normal. I was a spy. And it takes a lot for someone like me to get chills. The scariest part was that I knew it wasn't from the coolness of the morning. Something felt wrong today; I just couldn't figure out what.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
The tears dissolve the last block of ice in my throat. I feel the frozen stillness melt down through the inside of me, dripping shards of ice that vanish in a puddle of sunlight on the stained floor. Words float up
Me: "Let me tell you about it.
I can feel my face growing warm, and I hope I'm not flushing in my terror. The feeling of helplessness and fear hits me hard, and once my mind validates the emotion, the physical fear of being maimed and eaten hits my skin as goose bumps in the heat.
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
Confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
That's what Zombieland is: frozen, calm, quiet.
Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you'd shake a rug.
It is as though horror has frozen the blood in my veins, paralyzed my arms, and torn all thought from my brain with the swipe of a paw. I sit there, flying on, and continue to stare, as though mesmerised, at the Cauldron on my left.
eternally scared
I felt something cold skitter down the back of my legs.
It was freezing, but the cold effortlessly numbed my feet and aching hands. I walked quietly, barefoot, to the end of the block, leaving my shoes behind to remind me how to find my way home.
in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill.
I shivered from the warmth of it.
He'd been numb a long time, years. All his nights down Ninsei, his nights with Linda, numb in bed and numb at the cold sweating center of every drug deal. But now he'd found this warm thing, this chip of murder. Meat, some part of him said. It's the meat talking, ignore it.
exasperating composure.
Words pass through walls and slip past lock and key,
and numbing cold seeps to our very bones.
You don't look sweaty." "I showered," said Bonnie. "But my core body temperature is still quite high." "You'll catch a chill," said Madeline. "No I won't," said
I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.
Curiosity shivered up my spine.
Dappled sunshine shivers.
Boston Frozen with Terror; Serial Killer on the Loose! Could Be Anywhere! Tracy threw back her head. She was not frozen with terror, and never would be. She would find him, stop the killings.
He was shivering like a Wicklow sheepdog in a snowy yard, though the weather was officially 'clement'.
The first layer of clothing was his jacket, the second his shirt, the third his long-johns, the fourth his share of lice, the fifth his share of fear.
It was a chilly sensation, growing up.
Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
People froze you in place, Rebecca sometimes thought, trudging through the woods. More important, you froze yourself, often into a person in whom you truly had no interest. So you had a choice: you could continue a masquerade, or you could give up on it.
He found his shivers receding as his resolve grew. It really wasn't that cold. The fear and horror of his night in the forest had left a mark on him, a mark that might never fade, but he would face it and overcome it. There was no other choice.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
When the world stilled again, ominous silence reigned. Scratch that, not silence exactly. The van's radiator hissed, and someone was groaning. Oh, right. That was me.
Miserably. Forty minutes later, the group
Wow! She's hot." Morrison commented while gaping lewdly at the body lying supine on the bed.
Insensitive asshole. I took a deep breath to calm my rising anger. "She's dead agent Morrison. I assure you she's very cold." I rebuked sharply.
The water felt cold, but I didn't mind; feeling wasn't something that I feared, despite what my employers and the rest of the world might think.
Break (Exe Lore #1)
I shiver and Tom wakes. It's light enough to see his eyes open.
"Are you cold?" he says. "Baby, are you cold?"
He turns so that his arms are around me again. Baby, are cold?-and the ball of hurt inside me swells.
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
It was the sort of cold that followed you inside, that searched your clothes for gaps and penetrated you slowly, until it crept into your heart and chilled your blood.
And then there was the way you cast your gaze,
A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.
Cold, hungry, scared as hell inside, but too damn brave to admit it.
I could feel the heat glowing from him, with that sudden rise of temperature which presages falling asleep in very young children.
motionless, waiting
That's the coolest thing I've ever seen," Puck said.
"How cool will it be when it kills us?" Sabrina asked.
"Considerably less cool," Puck replied.
How about this, have you ever farted so hard you shivered?
Nothing could be more heart rending than this mute and motionless dispair
Later in the morning Miranda opened her wardrobe and found it full of clammy ghosts that hovered around her body when she put them on. The cold trickled down in the gaps between the material and her chest. Scarecrow girl. She felt proud and nauseous, chosen and moulded by hands that froze.
Caught baffled by the perplexing slow-release of sadness for ever and ever and ever. Which
A bubble of fear passes up my spine. It's the feeling of standing on ice and suddenly hearing it crack under your weight - both thrilling and terrifying together.
He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.
"Wow." He said.
"What?"
"You just left me speechless.
She parked near the fence and took a deep breath. Curious, she did it
again, feeling her lungs expand, then contract. She sat in silence,
letting her body decide what to do next. Her lungs stayed still, but she
didn't feel as though she was suffocating.
"Yep, dead," she whispered.
Everything around me goes suddenly silent, even the cicadas in the trees pausing in their incessant whirring, momentarily stunned into stillness. For a long moment I hear nothing at all, but stand frozen in a silent grey world.
perceptibly with anger. "I
His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn't seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming. (Jessica)
Been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm
He is shivering, probably going into deep shock.
Nothing is more pleasant than to baffle people. The
Abruptly then it began to rain, I heard the swish of it behind me and turned in time to see it coming fast along the lane like a blown curtain, then it was against my face, a vehement chill glassy drenching.
She waited. She waited so excruciatingly long that she could physically feel the time pass; a binding in her chest, her breath shallow and raspy. Silence seemed to stuff itself in her ears like cotton balls.
Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them.
"I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.
I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.
Stunned and still not suffering. Swollen with care and anxiety and still not suffering. Useless, old and full of grief, but still not suffering.
Cold is a state of mind.
seemed like that moment of pause and arrest when the warm fluidity of youth is chilled into its final shape. He
Sharp. Intense. Powerful. Intoxicating.
Just like Killian.
Damn it all.
Before she could stop herself, Sadie took an involuntary step back.
Killian countered, taking one step closer, and his lips tilted into a lopsided grin.
Shit on a stick.
How annoying.
Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...
He felt the chill of her secrecy, numbing him, like a poison spreading quickly through his veins.
Is your leg asleep again?" Troy said. "I'm worried about your circulation."
"It's fine," Elena said, stamping her foot.
She'd only been sitting for two hours, but she was so bored she could hardly stand it. She could literally hardly stand; even her blood vessels were bored.
Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes
wide.
Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling ...
This was both creepy and... thoughtful.
Are you wowed?" Her pause is debilitating.
"Yes," she says a little breathlessly. "I'm wowed.
abysmally beshitted.
Your soul may be the epitome of putrescent decay, but apart from minor scarring you know perfectly well that you are quite decadently appealing."
His pale eyes widened, and then he explored in laughter. "I don't know which enchants me more, putrescent decay or decadently appealing.
He was gripped by what he could think of only as numbness, though he knew it was a feeling compounded of emotions so deep and intense that they could not be acknowledged because they could not be lived with.
Cold-blooded? Oh, no. This man suddenly burned.
There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.
If you do not feel the bitter cold inside you when you look at the poor trembling out of cold, it means you are lack of compassion; in other words, you are lack of everything!
Our truth is terrorsome cold.
The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist.
Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.
Noah freezes, sort of like he went into shock. The right side of my mouth twitches. Mark the date, world. I stunned the great Noah Hutchins.
There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
I looked and felt my head gradually grow cold. It was the sort of coldness you feel when you take too big a bite from an ice-cream cone or sip too greedily from an ice-cold drink. The kind of coldness that hurt - from the inside out.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
peaceful and strangely euphoric.
I can be more cold than people would like me to be.
Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.
My heart was closed. Cold.
I was self-conscious and cynical.