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Muskoka Memories
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It had only been a year since we had last been, but it felt like ages. I felt so much older. I didn't think we would ever make it off the meandering road. But, despite my Vertigo kicking in, and the beginning signs of a hangry episode, the bare trees and perfectly powdered rooves transported me into a Rockwell painting. I sipped on thick, pipping hot cocoa while Eleanor searched the radio for a station that wasn't playing Mariah Carey every hour.
By Jessi3 years ago in Fiction
3 Years
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The frost that coated the black-tinted windows felt frosty under my fingertips as I pressed down, making two round eyes followed by a curved line- a smile.
By Jiuliana with a G3 years ago in Fiction
Box Of Possibilities
Sarah awoke at 6:45 AM to her darkened bedroom and the sing-song of her alarm clock on Tuesday, November 2nd. She groaned as she rolled out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom, aiming for her usual long shower.
By Violet Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Snowblind
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The truck was adrift in its ascent up the banks, and Thom cackled every time he cut the wheel. A Marcy Playground song trickled out of the radio.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Fiction
The Stolen Heirloom
I was tending to my rose bushes near the front porch at the break of dawn. Sleep is questionable when my mind keeps issuing warnings that I cannot avoid. I couldn't stop thinking about the type of surprises I'd be up to when he returned. Out of habit, I soothed my mind by working on the rose bushes, the only plant I was granted permission to plant.
By U.Rdiya3 years ago in Fiction
The Windfall Weekend
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The roads were treacherous, but this was a much-needed getaway for us and so, despite the warnings on the news to stay off the roads due to one of the most threatening winter storms we’ve seen in decades, we loaded up the truck and threw it into 4 wheel drive. We had made it this far, though not far at all considering we were only 2 ½ hours north of home and just across the border into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It was already bringing back a multitude of childhood memories for me, being up here “in da UP, eh”. We were headed to Big Powderhorn ski resort to do some snowboarding and enjoy some quality time with just the two of us & let reality slip into the shadows of the small-scale mountains for a few days. Little did I know how much the weekend would end up impacting me as we drove up the private road and the sun set behind us.
By Kali Fox-Jirgl3 years ago in Fiction
One Year Ago Today...
By Sandy Lo The day started out like any other. That’s actually a lie, it was better than any other day. In fact, the entire year had been better than all of the rest. Everything changed last December 31st. That was when I met him. Kaiden. I was supposed to meet some asshole from a dating app for a drink. I hadn’t done much dating in my life, especially not on some crappy app that made it impossible to actually connect with someone. But it was New Year’s Eve and I was tired of being alone, so I thought 2022 would be different. I downloaded a handful of apps, swiped right on a bunch of random guys without much thought, and made a last-minute date with an attractive doctor. That is if he was even really a doctor.
By All’s Fair in Love & Writing3 years ago in Fiction
Last Minute Delivery
My father was calm this morning. He suffers from dementia and the relaxed, friendly man I once knew became something alien, contained within a withered, yet recognizable vessel. Although his skin sags, his soft facial structure is still clear. Even with glazed eyes, he still has the same deep brown irises that always made me think of soil drenched in fresh rain. Those were his favorite days, the rainy ones.
By T.F. Hall3 years ago in Fiction
A boy, A Girl and a Drone
There was a whoosh clunk at our front door, so I turned off the water in the kitchen sink where I had been finishing up washing the breakfast dishes- dried my hands on Mom's lemon patterned kitchen towel, and went to see who was at our door.
By Alicia Anspaugh3 years ago in Fiction
HEART-SHAPED BOX
Frannie pulls the covers tighter over her shivering slender shoulders. Sweat trails from her strawberry curls over her oval face; the saltiness beckons her tongue to lick the corner of her pouting lips. Her eyes dart quickly as she moans softly then laughs out loud like a giggly teenager. A body on the other side of the bed rustles from the sudden sound then settles into stillness again.
By Tom Demar3 years ago in Fiction
The Box Office
A box landed on my desk. It had been tampered with because I had seen the tape that had secured the box, had been sliced open with a sharp object. It was just a plain old box. The standard tan brown colour, no advertising, nothing extravagant about it. I turned it over to see if there was at least an address on it. Nothing.
By Jerome Smith-Pula3 years ago in Fiction
I've Got The World On A String
Ding-Dong. 12:00 p.m. on the dot. Ernie knew how she liked consistency. Martha stretched her tired legs from their crossed position on the couch and slipped on her pink fuzzy slippers, waiting patiently near the coffee table. Stretching her back, then adjusting her matching pink robe with a fuzzy white tail on the back, Martha set forward with a purposeful, yet mindless shuffle towards the door.
By Kyla Crist3 years ago in Fiction