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WHEN THE ICE MELTS

WHEN THE ICE MELTS

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Romance
"THOU SHALT NOT KILL" is one of the deadly sins isn't it? So why is Sarah Wenham preparing to end her husband Tom's life? Sarah is a partner in a law practice, and her husband is in a coma following an air accident in the mountains of Switzerland. The consultant treating Tom informs Sarah that there is no brain stem function, and suggests that he should be allowed to die naturally with dignity. Sarah loves Tom so much, so how can she give permission for the machine keeping him alive to be switched off? But deep down, Sarah knows there is no hope for Tom, and she gives her consent. The only way Sarah can cope with the knowledge of what she has done, is to build a wall of ice around her emotions. How and when the ice melts, is the nub of this sometimes terrifying, and yet heart-warming story? Sarah goes through a lifetime's worth of trauma, before she achieves closure.
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isolation

this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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