Logan M. Snyder
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The Snowman Who Found A Name
On a quiet snowy evening, when the world seemed wrapped in sparkling white, a tiny snowman stood alone in the middle of a frost-covered yard. He was small, half-melted from the day’s sun, and shivering with the cold. Though he tried to smile, there was a sadness in his round coal eyes. He had no name.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Chapters
The Dancing Snowflakes
On the coldest night of winter, when the moon hung low and silver in the sky, the town below was quiet. Snow blanketed the streets, muffling every sound, and icicles hung from rooftops like delicate crystal daggers. The children of the town had long since gone to bed, their windows glowing softly in the dark. But above them, something extraordinary was happening.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Fiction
Shimmer on the Tree
On the highest branch of the family Christmas tree hung a tiny ornament shaped like a star. It was no bigger than a marble, and its paint was slightly chipped from years of being handled by excited little hands. Around it were bright red balls, glittering golden angels, and twinkling lights that danced across the room. The little ornament often felt small and unimportant, wondering if anyone even noticed it at all.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last-Minute Letter
Lucy peeked behind her dresser and froze. The letter. Her letter to Santa. She had written it weeks ago, folded it neatly, and tucked it safely under her bed—or so she thought. Now it was crumpled and smudged at the bottom of the pile of forgotten papers.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in BookClub
A Spark to Be Seen
Eli used to count footsteps. It was the only way to know who was home. His father walked heavy and fast, always moving with purpose. His mother walked lightly, but with a clipped pace that meant she had somewhere else to be. His older sister, Leigh, walked with her earbuds in, so the beat of her music thumped the floorboards before she did.
By Logan M. Snyderabout a month ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
Nine days of silence followed Panama’s joint announcement of the South Coalition. The world had expected some kind of retaliation from Emperor Kane. They threatened not just trade in the Americas, but now they had a growing army—experts said it could compete on the battlefield in ways Mexico never could.
By Logan M. Snyder3 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
The air in Panama City hung heavy with humidity and unease. The skyline glittered just beyond the tinted windows of the presidential palace, but inside, beneath the sterile glow of the conference hall lights, the atmosphere was taut with fear.
By Logan M. Snyder3 months ago in Fiction
The Holy American Empire
The chamber of the United Nations stood silent. Delegates from every corner of the globe filled the room, their expressions taut with unease. The air itself seemed to bend under the weight of anticipation. At the center, under the seal of the world, the man who had shattered it rose from his chair.
By Logan M. Snyder3 months ago in Fiction
