Written by Sara Feng from Bethpage High School, New York, USA The Beast came with the crying wind, and that was the first sign the night wouldn’t survive till morning. The snow outside my grandmother’s house covered every street until the world felt quiet and scared. I was sitting by her fire when the cold sharpened, stinging my skin and curling frost across the inside of the windows. “Grandma, it’s way too cold for this,” I said. She froze. Then, in a voice barely louder
