Without the letter W
Speeding, my foot took to the rocks. Sub-zero gales cut across my cheeks, my eyes blurring over. The tip of my tongue catching the tears that caress the side of my face. I jump at the sound of the thunder. Only a couple more minutes until I reach my camp. The storm gains on me. It’s becoming harder to differentiate the difference of my salty tears and the rain dripping off my chin. My knee grazes the at the studded rocks as I lose my footing. Grunting, I lift myself back up, pushing off the rocks that have clung to my knee. My gaze moves to the sky and I observe the clouds for one split second.
Without the letter M
Speeding, her foot took to the rocks. Sub-zero gales cut across her cheeks, blue eyes blurring over. The tip of her tongue caught the tears that were caressing the side of her face. She jumped at the sound of the thunder. Only a few further seconds, until she reaches camp. The blizzard was gaining on her. It’s was getting harder to differentiate the difference of her salty tears and the rain dripping off of her chin. The girls knee grazes the at the studded rocks as she looses her footing. Grunting, she lifts herself back up, pushing off the rocks that have clung to her knee. The girls gaze moved across the sky as she observed the clouds for one split second.