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The White Christmas
Am I prepared for this Christmas? I am aware that many people have been anticipating their Christmas gifts since the beginning of the cold season. We dive headfirst into the holiday shopping season, searching high and low for the most thoughtful presents to give to our loved ones. Having a cup of coffee in the snow is a match made in heaven.
By Hazel Paradise3 years ago in Fiction
Terminal Error
Carter always had a sense for the dramatic and today was no exception. The light hum overhead drew my attention toward the front door. Grabbing my jacket, I stepped out onto the porch into the biting winter air. The snow from last night’s storm was still on the ground and I shivered as I shoved my arms into the wool coat. I shook my head as the drone flew back and forth over the cabin. I couldn’t help but giggle at the box dangling from it that was three times its size. Yup, drama, Carter’s trademark.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
To hide away
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin, The blizzard snow and the glaring sun, soaked some of the stress out of my body. We soaked in the quiet surroundings, no radio, no chitter chatter. It had been a dangerous ride, from the minute we left the snow-laden streets of the city. but now we were just minutes away from our destination. I was glad Jeff had rented the sturdier jeep, instead of the wrangler I had wanted. I fell out of the jeep onto the snow. There was a slight path, but we were still slugging through layers of snow. Thank god only one suitcase each. There was enough snow on the ground to make angels. but not enough to bury us if we had laid on the white ground.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Sorrows Remedy
I was staring out the window into my neighbor’s yard, admiring her beauty. Some might find this creepy or weird, but they didn’t understand. I have autism, and was uncomfortable socializing with new people. Most times when I tried, people would laugh and make fun of me, or find an excuse to walk away from me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Box of Life.
I am alone. I am only 35 but I am alone. I have neighbors who live nearby but I don't talk to them, and I have no family as they are all dead. I visit no one, and I never get visitors. I have always kept myself to myself; dithering away in this old house, busying myself with cooking, cleaning, sewing, and television. I never get bored, and I never get into trouble. Time goes by fast, so I make the most of every single day, and I can't do that if I have visitors, can I?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Fiction





