Woman of the SnowLet me tell you about the man you're going to hear about in this story. Martin was an average man and had moved to Japan just several years ago. Some months after his move he acquired a hunting license and the privilege to own a rifle. Every year after that he would drive up to the cabin he bought in the mountains during the winter and bag about three deer each season.Now, during this particular season, the deer have begun to multiply at a high rate, allowing for the restrictions on how many you can hunt to lower.His drive to the cabin was as it always has been; he would always pick a time to hunt when he didn't have to work and take roads that weren't used as much to speed up the time it takes to arrive at his destination. But something about this years drive seemed unusual, like someone was following him.It took some time, around an hour, but he finally reached the cabins garage. He stepped out of the car and stretched his arms and legs, giving them a break from staying locked up.
My First Ever FriendI remember her so fondly, I remember everything about her, her favorite food was watermelon, she adored cats and anything she thought to be cute, she was smart, well, smarter than me, she got average grades, B's and C's with an occasional A in any class she was interested in, those are just some of the things, I couldn't possibly list out everything I knew about her. Also she was short with short black hair and mostly wore black clothing like turtle necks and skirts and black tights, it looked really good on her and the smile she always had made her look even better. She was so kind and had such a soft and gentle voice that could calm just about anything. I loved her. She was my friend, my first ever friend.Before 10th grade I was never really that social, I mean, I had people who I'd talk to at school but it never really went anywhere beyond that. I didn't have anyone's phone number except my parents. I never left my house unless I had a reason to. It was also difficult for me to tal