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My scalp tingled like Christmas candy on a cold tongue.
It was a chilly sensation, growing up.
Then the sun came up and shook the night chill out of the air the way you'd shake a rug.
I was feeling fear. Not a wild, mortal fear, but something cold like a hook in my side.
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.
I scooted over, patting the bed next to me. "No such luck. And now you get to watch forty straight hours of Easton Heights with me!"
He turned on the first disk, shaking his head, then got onto the bed next to me. "Small price to pay for getting to hold your hand."
I wasn't cold anymore.
His hands were tingling and he was sweating under falling snowflakes.
The chill lowered my defenses, and I caught a fever. A fever to understand.
The wind was picking up, and the Scarecrow shivered.
I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.
Or was the chill I felt triggered by forces other than wind?
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.
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The cold was bothering me. You'd think I'd welcome it. But it's something to do with being dead, I guess. You don't feel it as cold. You feel it as a sort of nothing, and when you're dead I guess the only thing that you're scared of is nothing.
My grandfather always said a sudden shiver meant someone had just stepped on the spot where your grave would be.
Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight - a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn't cold.
Something hot rolled over in my stomach. It felt like uneasiness that maybe shared a condo wall with terror. And maybe arousal lived a couple of doors down.
his torchlight Jason suddenly felt very scared. A chill passed through his body and he shivered. Special
Chill out with Shiver and Fears
Unease stole through her, and she shivered. Now that the moment had arrived, she was nervous. Damn it, this never happens in my fantasies.
How about this, have you ever farted so hard you shivered?
I was cold because nothing in my body was working as it should.
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.
As in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near,A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear.
They still weren't as cold as my heart was, though.
Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.
Night, which in Autumn seems to fall from the sky so suddenly, chilled us...
The pale sword came shivering through the air
My heart was closed. Cold.
I was self-conscious and cynical.
There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.
His knowingness made him cold.
My body froze and my heart raced, as I let rip with a breathless scream. It felt like I was being stabbed by hundreds of tiny ice daggers, as the filthy surge ran down my legs and flooded my boots. I clung to the ladder, shaking and shivering, all the while cursing the abominable English climate. I
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.
It was colder than a nun's vagina outside,
When she lay curled against him, her skin dewed from passion, there was still that small, cold place inside of her where the heat hadn't quite reached.
He is shivering, probably going into deep shock.
Kate could feel a strange heat along the back of her neck, something she hadn't felt in a while. It was almost exotic, like tasting turmeric or saffron after a year of eating pudding. There was a bite to it.
She was annoyed.
She was finally awake and annoyed.
I felt my heart warm up and become pliable in a way that I hadn't felt in far too long, and I knew in that moment that the thaw had happened because I was finally surrendering.
The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling
She watched his lips forming the words, at the same time she heard them under her skin, under her winter coat, so near and full of warmth that she felt herself go hot.
The thought sent chills running down her spine.
Or, Cameron supposed, maybe the chill had something to do with the fact that she was still standing in the air-conditioned hallway wearing nothing but her T-shirt and underwear.
Classy.
I definitely wasn't cold. I was liquid heat. I was terror and curiosity and denial disguised as indifference. You
A warm sensation fluttered over my body, causing me to shiver in delight. I blushed, even though no one else was in the room.
I couldn't shed the cold; it clung to every bit of me.
And we went out into the day, and all the heat of it couldn't touch the ice in me.
studied her face. Heat crawled up her
She felt it again - that familiar shiver, as if a psychotic snowman had crept up behind her and was breathing down her neck. She turned, but no one was there.
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
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.
I was so close to you that I feel cold near others.
It was too cold to dream
Our bodies made us shiver in fear and disgust. We looked in the mirror and prepared ourselves to be horrified.
It's cold outside, Mr. Snicket.'
'So I'll shiver,' I said. 'I've shivered before.'
She looked down at the table and traced her father's name with her black fingernail. 'So have I,' she said.
She woke shivering beneath a light coat of frost, missing the warmth of her kits.
He was cold and wet, but somehow he barely felt it. He kept remembering Rose snuggled against his chest, the feel of her body in his arms. He closed his eyes as he recalled the way she had looked at him, the way she said I love you.
Tell me Zach." I don't know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. "And don't lie to me.
The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat.
I reached for Jack's hand. It was cold. But then, so was mine.
Catching her breath, Winter tucked a curl behind her ear - it must have fallen loose from the braid. She was warm all over. Flustered and nervous and aware that she should be embarrassed, but she was more annoyed at the interruption than anything else.
I could feel the heat glowing from him, with that sudden rise of temperature which presages falling asleep in very young children.
And my wrist froze STAGE FRIGHT
I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves and fills me with delight.
That she won the game startled me cold. The way she won, the pattern of her thought on the chessboard, charmed me warm again and then some.
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.
That night my new skin was red silk, shivering in the breeze.
I was so cold the other day, I almost got married.
I buttoned my sweater against the wind on my skin - winds of change.
Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.
That feeling when you're so cold you'd give anything to be warm - I've had it before, literally huddled around a candle flame on an ice sheet.
Right before a person freezes to death, he suddenly feels nice and warm.
Armani froze to the spot, unable to move. Her breath tightened in her lungs, shivers of awareness ran down her spine, the sudden energy zipping through her body announcing the shimmer of recognition.
It didn't seem to be summer any more. I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel I had dragged down with me lay under my head, numb as a snowdrift.
Coldness went marching up his arms like the feet of evil fairies.
She shivered as the wind's fingers painted her skin silver with moonlight.
The cold was somehow touched with life, a freshness moving through the icy air.
A second wave collapsed over my feet, lipped with white froth, and the chill gripped my ankles with a mortal ache.
Maybe it was our shared trauma, or maybe it was a combination of things, but I felt warmth emenate from my heart and spread throughout my chest.
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
It was December, I had never felt so cold, the eel soup lay heavy on my stomach, I was afraid I'd die, I turned aside to vomit, I envied them.
For a moment my hands stopped aching from the cold, and instead longed for the familiar feel of music running through them.
There was warmth in his large piercing brown eyes. The kind of warmth that tucks a child into bed. The same kind of warmth that dries your wet hair on a rainy December afternoon.
His cold, unmoving face startled me, but the warmth from his hands left me curious and longing for more of his touch.
I squeezed the controls to brace myself so I wouldn't shiver with the chill of wanting. Normal people got that feeling when they quit smoking cigarettes. I had gotten it then too.
Normal people did not get that feeling when faced with danger.
I'm cold, Religiously cold.
Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with.
It was all I needed to feel.
His presence silenced, if only for a few seconds, the crackling anxiety that made my blood grate against my bones and for a little while I'd feel melted and soft.
It was chilly weather. Through the window the rays of the sun touched my feet, and the slight warmth was very welcome. It was almost eight o'clock, and the early pedestrians were returning home with their heads covered.
I shivered in my kefta, comforted by the soft brush of the fox fur.
A coldness, nearly tangible due to its extreme weight, was perceptible the instant I entered the room.
My cheeks flushed, and I felt a wave of warmth throughout my body, but not because of the subject matter. Because she had used the word us.
It was one of those times when you don't realize how lonely you are until, suddenly, there's someone by your side.
As I turned toward it, a premonitory wave of heat flashed across my neck and shoulders, and I felt the dry itch of the past rubbing against the present.
I was desperate really for people not to accuse me of coldness. It was taboo.
I sat with my legs folded under me, my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands. It was very warm
the sun felt strange on my skin now that I was so used to the rain
and the meadow was still lovely, but it was just background now. It didn't stand out. I had a new definition of beauty.
The Winter inside me was torment and agony - but at least when I was immersed in it, I couldn't feel.
Describing his experience with the sting of an extremely toxic jellyfish, he did something you don't often see a scientist do: he shivered.
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?
The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
Stephen, why are you shivering?'
'I don't know, my darling.'
'Mary, why are you crying?'
'I don't know, Stephen.'
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I glance over at Raffe for the hundredth time as I huddle with Pooky Bear beneath a coat that someone gave me. I'm shivering as if it's zero degrees, and no matter how much I hug myself, I can't get warm. I
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.