How To Write A Short Story Huck Finn

All signs of life on earth had been nonexistent for many years. As the days went by, so did every memory that was ever made. Everything seemed to be frozen in time. The air had never been so motionless or stale. Finn continued on his journey to find food and water. Wrapped in torn shreds of clothing, he trudged onward through the valley. The only sound Finn could hear over his beating heart was his rapid thoughts circling his mind. There was no possible way to know what year it might be. Time seemed to pass slower than the blood frozen in the veins of all the victims lying lifelessly. It was negative seventeen degrees and had been since that day. No one had ever heard of the entire world freezing over. No one ever saw this coming because it struck so fast and so violently that not a single person was prepared.
Finn had been sluggishly dragging his feet across the rock hard ground past all the frozen human bodies. He searched each lifeless person he came across for anything he might need. Finn carried a leather sack that was in better condition than anything else he owned. The sack contained a blanket, a metal bottle, a thermometer, matches, and an empty bread bag. The bag was used for any crumbs of food he found. The thought of walking ran through his mind as he stared downward at his ragged boots. He knew if didn’t tell himself to keep moving,
Before he knew it, the blackness was on top of him licking his face. Finn adjusted his eyes by blinking briskly and quickly realized a black fuzzy hound was standing on his chest. Finn couldn’t remember the last time he felt something so warm slip through his fingertips. With all the adrenaline running through him, he jumped onto his feet in awe. This dog looked awful healthy to be out here alone. Finn felt a sense of relief that he might be close to others. He was going to accompany the mut and see where its food supply was coming