harsh - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
There were no trees to break the wind. It blasted into you making each step a struggle. And it was cold, so bitterly cold. The marsh that was green and welcoming in the warmer seasons was now bejewelled with ice. Along the thin mud track the hoof marks from the fall were now icy puddles that cracked underfoot. The ground was frozen solid and perhaps this was why his horse was now lame. He had been in such a hurry to get to the courthouse he had galloped her, but this was no soft spring earth in which her feet would send clods flying in her wake. It was no more forgiving than a rock. As the colors of the day became shades of grey the temperature fell further. All he could do was lean into the wind and encourage his stead to keep following. It was harsh and desolate. The lonely night stretched before them promising nothing but hardship.
The only way to rise to the top and get out of the Expendables section was to impress a governor. But bring them something they didn't like and your food rations were cut in half. Do it again and you got a quarter. After that you had one more try. Fail again and they'd put you in the brig to starve. But not to try meant a life of scrubbing floors, cleaning toilets and polishing the boots of the Specials. Carey chewed her nails and looked at her gadget again, it worked, she'd been salvaging parts for it since the eighth grade, but was it her ticket to decent nutrition and a comfortable bed?
Charlie was hungry his mom and dad only allowed people to eat small quantities of food at meals and no food in between. He tiptoed over to the slice of bread on the counter and started to scoff the slice. His dad came into the room and saw the bread crumbs around his mouth. He said "Go to your room. You are only allowed to eat at meals." "But dad it was one slice and I was starving." "And your grounded for a year" dad replied. Charlie stormed off.