Snowflake
Never underestimate what makes up strength.
Yes, Snowflake is my name and I’m proud of it. It’s a name that describes my pure white crystalline color. When people think of me, they think of my intricate design and the way I gently float from the clouds above. Did you know that none of my kind are exactly alike? We are billions, and every one of us is unique. Unlike humans, we will never have a twin. I’m also delicate. It only takes a ripple of air or a puff of your breath to send me soaring away. Maybe it’s because of my unassuming countenance that you find it so easy to defame me.
If you find one of your kind to be less of a bully, less obnoxious about forcing their beliefs on others, and open to being kind to people, you call them a snowflake. Labeling them as one of us defines them as being weak, undeserving, and inferior in every way. By defaming me, a delicate entity, does it strengthen you?
Take some of what little time you have left to consider this. It was snowflakes that caused you to fall and break your spine. Now all you can do is lay out here in the woods and watch us drift gracefully from above. We are joining forces and have begun slowly covering you in a blanket of white. As individuals, we are meek, but together we are mighty. You will understand our power as we entomb your body in snowflakes.
About the Creator
Mark Gagnon
My life has been spent traveling here and abroad. Now it's time to write.
I have three published books: Mitigating Circumstances, Short Stories for Open Minds, and Short Stories from an Untethered Mind. Unmitigated Greed is do out soon.
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Unappreciated
Today is the big day, is it? After all these years together, I’m going to be happily tossed out with the trash without as much as a farewell, or I appreciate all that you have done for me. Have you forgotten that I was with you from the very beginning? Without my help, many of your major accomplishments would never have happened. Let’s look back at what you and I have done together.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Identity and the Exhaustion of Grand Ideas
Over the past few decades, intellectual life has been shaped by a growing distrust of ambitious theories that once claimed to explain history and society as a whole. The fading influence of the radical projects associated with the 1968 generation produced a more careful and restrained scholarly atmosphere. Many historians and social theorists became skeptical of large narratives and universal categories, preferring limited scope and methodological caution. In Germany, this shift took a distinctive form through the rise of microhistory, an approach that emphasizes close attention to sources, local contexts, and everyday life. Microhistorians sought to revive the craft of traditional historiography while distancing themselves from older positivist assumptions. Their work often challenges broad concepts such as capitalism, industrialization, and the state, treating them as abstractions that obscure rather than clarify lived experience.
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Comments (10)
A powerful message, and a great story to tell it! I have been recommended you by Donna (also in comments), as I am new to this and attempting to get my name out via some of the challenges that are live currently. If you get the time to check out any of my pieces I would greatly appreciate it, and am very welcome to constructive criticism!
Mark, I wasn't ready for this narrative or that twist at the end!! Well played my friend!! Great work!
Love the deeper meaning to this. And yes, snow can be unforgiving. When I lived in Colorado, it snowed 5ft in 36 hours. Needless to say it had the whole place on lockdown, lol.
Mt hero, my snowflake! Loved every second Mark. Especially the all encomapssing mishap of the defamer 😁
Hi Mark - Being from So. Cal. I've never-ever experienced White snow; it often turns 'Yellow' by the time it reaches us. I'm Crystal-Clear now - Thanks, Mr. SnowFlake J-bud
I'm so proud now to be called a snowflake! I lived vicariously through your story! Keeping my fingers crossed for this to place in the challenge!
Wow, such a bitter, little snowflake! Great minds, Mark. I considered a snowflake's journey to the ground for this one too. But my snowflake was nice...lol
Mark, you always have a surprise up your clever sleeve! And I always enjoy your stories!
I didn’t see that coming! From this moment forward, I will never again call anyone a snowflake.
Oh I love the ending!!