the writer's room discussion

help! i have a short story assignment based off of suspense to do this weekend; i have to fill at least 1 page which yk doesn’t sound that hard but it’s 10.5 font size.. i really have no idea what else to add to the story to make it interesting but also doesn’t need more than three pages. i had a idea that the narrator becomes so delirious he starts seeing things; then he finds a house that makes him think he’s been saved but in reality it’s just a hallucination and hes dead. idk if that sounds good tho… anyway here it is!! (also it’s not formatted like this on the document gr is just weird af!!)

The cold nipped at my gloved fingers; I felt the wind on my chattering teeth. Frost built upon my shoulders. My lungs felt icy, as if someone forgot to close a door to my ribcage and snow was piling in through the entrance. My eyes were magnets, and the ice falling from the sky was being pulled toward those magnets ruthlessly.
My hopes for survival vs. this brutal blizzard were dwindling, like a fire feeling the force of a strong wind. I knew my fingers going numb, and I could no longer feel my toes. I felt exasperated. I did not see myself getting out of this situation.
I stumbled through the deep snow. How long had I been out here? I had lost my sense of time.
On, and on I walked, hoping for any sign of humanity, or warmth in general, when suddenly I felt something hard in my throat, and I unxepectly could breathe no longer.
I tripped into the snow as I reached for my neck. I coughed hard, a weak effort to rid of whatever I was choking on. I thought I would die because of the blizzard today, but maybe I would die pathetically choking. I quickly squeezed my stomach in a panic and coughed violently, then repeated until I finally hacked up what was blocking my airflow.
It looked like I had just coughed up some piece of my innards. It was a frozen piece of my larynx. My stomach dropped. I felt repulsed; I squirmed. I’d just survived a short crisis. Let’s see if I survive the death currently encircling me now.
It took me several, painful moments to get up out of the soft, comforting snow. I say comforting even though I knew it would be the death of me. In reality, I felt bliss. I was surrounded by a huge blanket of white; I wanted to sleep in it and be engulfed in the slight euphoric feeling I felt at the moment. I was so tired; maybe a nap would make me feel better.
But I was not so gullible. I wouldn’t give up so easily. I stood and went on with diligence. I left the frozen innard behind.

i’ll make sure to update this week later :)

what sort of help do you need? :)

hii sorry i just saw this!! i needed help figuring out what to add because i’d run out of ideas; i ended up finishing it tho and it’s due in a hour 🥲