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We were told to write a story in response to Jack Londons To Build A Fire. I think that the naturalists point of view was pretty easy to take because there are so many different stories that you can base it off of. Such as between a rock and a hard place and other well selling novels. I think that it is human tendancy to lean towards the naturalistic point of veiw when creating a story. I like my title becuase i think that it draws attention to the story but it doesnt give anything away. The reason I decided to choose this title was because of the fact that he obviously died near the town but also because it provides irony. The best definition i can find for salvation is: the act of saving or protecting from harm, risk, loss, destruction. This man was without the protection of another person or in the company of any being. He took a great risk for the reward of seeing his wife and in the end all was lost by his own self destructive action.  

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It was a dark cold, night, silence filled the air. This indescribable silence was cold. Not cold as the air, only affecting the skin, but cold in the effect that it chilled the heart. A lone man was driving home after weeks away on business in
Alaska. The only thoughts in his mind were of his newly pregnant wife at home, and he longed for the hours ahead when he got to hold onto his wife. He passed through many small fishing towns. At one point thought of staying in one of them over night but after careful consideration he decided that the will to be home far surpasses his physical exhaustion. He drove for miles on end pushing himself and his car farther than he knew that he ought too. About three miles out of the small town of salvation it started to snow. The snow did little to phase his ambition however he took the time to stop by the side of the road and took a look at the sky. He had two choices turn back to the small town stay the night or keep driving and get home before the morning sun set. He chose the latter. After about 15 minutes he realized his mistake. All he could see was a white sheet covering the ground and the sky making it impossible to see the road or anything farther than a foot from his windshield for that matter. Then he felt his car hit the ditch. The car rolled on for what seemed like forever and then the car stopped at the same exact moment a branch from the tree that so kindly stopped the car broke through the brittle windshield and through his lower torso. He could not speak, he tried to scream but every time he opened his mouth his scream was replaced with what seemed like a never ending flow of blood. The blood felt warm as the cold snow filled his car. He knew that he the blood would freeze and he would lose body heat in less time then it took the tree to stop the car. He grabbed the branch and broke it off. With a piece of wood still lodged in his lower torso he climbed out of the car and fell on the ground. He realized once again this was a mistake. He could no longer see the car how could he, he couldn’t even see the hand right in front of his face.

All he could do was feel around in the air and hope that he could feel something anything that even closely resembled the feel of a car. But after a few minutes he felt nothing and he started to panic. He tore his shirt off reached down and ripped the remains of the branch from his bare flesh. No one could hear the blood curdling scream that issued next. He laid down blood issuing from his mouth he couldn’t breath the blood was filling his throat, he couldn’t see the beautiful white snow he had seen earlier had turned into an overpowering monster, he couldn’t feel the bitter cold had created a numb sensation throughout his body, he couldn’t hear the wind was too powerful, all he could taste was the blood. The air was so cold it froze the blood in his mouth and ended the suffering that had become unbearable