Personal Narrative Fiction

Words: 599
Pages: 3

I stood on top of the mountain. Freshly fallen snow covered everything I could see from the peak of the mountain. The periwinkle coloured sky was clear, like a blank sheet of paper. I took a deep breath in, the icy air stinging my nose, and then exhaled and saw a cloud rise into the sky. I gazed downwards and saw tall, snow-covered pine trees, and they reminded me of little white hairs, standing straight up on someone's arm. I reached up with my gloved hand and pulled down my ski goggles, tinting everything slightly orange. I looked up and saw snowflakes delicately fluttering down, as one fell on my goggles. I stared at it, studying the intricate designs, but no more than a few seconds later, it melted. It is truly amazing that nature can create something so fascinating. It is also truly amazing how something so beautiful could cause me so much misery. …show more content…
“I was perfectly fine doing the easy slopes.” The hardest slope I had done before was a blue square, and this was a black diamond slope. “Come on!” he replied cooly, “it’ll be fun” I inched my skis forward until the ends hung off the edge. I peered down and saw that this slope was much steeper than any other slope I had gone down before. My heartbeat hastened and each beat got stronger. My head started to feel warm and the inside of my helmet was humid. “Let’s go!” my dad shouted encouragingly as he started to slide down the slope. I leaned forward tentatively and started down the slope. I was picking up speed, rapidly, and I passed my dad. “See!” he shouted over the noise of the wind, “it’s fun, right?” “Yeah!” I replied. I aimed my toes together in an attempt to slow down, but it didn’t help much. I was constantly turning, weaving between the dark pine trees and snow covered boulders. My skis sprayed a trail of fluffy snow behind me, while at the same time another skier’s spray stung my