The pen scratched away. _My name is Ixy the Snow People's word for Icicle Dove. It all started when the Blood Snow fell. It is a blizzard of red snow that happens every thousand years. I was out gathering frost berries, when the sky rained blood. I ran for my life, but of course I couldn't get home. My white country turned red. I got covered with it. My people's snow, icicle blue, and silver hair is famous. I sport the snow white hair. But now it was turned a sunset pink. My snow rabbit cloak was also stained. It dripped in my eyes. Trickled in my throat and nose choking me. And I felt it slime down my spine. I found a small cave. Wiping my eyes I curled up and waited._ The pen wrote. 2008-02-09T13:58:55Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/20093 <p>The story within a story works well here, giving an added sense of urgency as we want to know both what she&#8217;s writing about and where she is now to be writing this so sadly.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/20093?basename=39853 2008-02-09T13:58:55Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>oo. you must continue. it&#8217;s getting good E, this is gonna be intense, i can feel it&#8230;<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/20093?basename=39754 2008-02-09T03:14:53Z heartbeats echocho http://ficlets.com/authors/luseane1492