Microfiction
Quetzal
Andrea was a vision. Bundled up tight by a viridian coat, a turmeric-yellow scarf trailed after her. Her chili-pepper beanie was rivaled by the blossoming red of her own cheeks blushing against a crisp wind. Earthy mauve mittens clung to her hands. She waved to me, a vibrant quetzal floating atop an endless sea of ice.
By Jenna Sedi2 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary in Snow
The snow appeared more gray than white. The shadow of trees and the twisting thorns didn’t help. Icicles hung from branches and thorns like jewelry. It would have been a beautiful sight, if only I had not seen the foliage beside the road and blocking my path ever since I had lost my footing along with the trail. Like creepers, the vines seemed to coil closer. Some had even formed a wall like structure as high as my ankle. Stepping over them was easy enough but I had grown weary from the ominous thorns.
By Shelby R Perez2 years ago in Fiction
Some Legends Get Left in the Valley
It started off that way, in the dark. The tranquil swirl of snow made barely a whisper at the bedroom window of Grandma's cabin in Canaan, and the eerie critter-less quiet was a welcome discomfort for to keep awake. I was no more than a ten-year-old sprout when I sat awake under that quilt, listening for the footsteps I was sure I'd hear crunching in the temperamental valley snowfall, searching for its hulking shadow overtaking the floodlight leaking onto the opposite wall. And I laid up watching, watching that surface, flat and far and blurring from focus, slow breaths pressing in my lungs, afeared to turn round and look out that window, if I'm to admit it rightly now. I strained with all my might in that black room, and there it was! Accomplishment thrilled within my chest. I had one chance to turn around and look out that window, into the floodlit snow, to catch that sasquatch once and for all. So I twisted my little body towards the light, hoisting up high to see overtop the headboard, and the first thing to catch me was a red ribbon dragging in the snow, long streaks of muck left by a sharp, gaunt thing dragging a prize behind in its bloodthick maw, backing through the snow hunched with the weight of its prey. And as I saw that bundle of bones with the deer's leg in its mouth, son, it also saw me. I ain't never spoke it till now.
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Fiction
Genevieve
As Genevieve crossed the threshold and the door closed behind her, the chaos that existed on the other side of the wall immediately vanished, like an apparition. The snow was falling in that special silent sort of way, each flake landing just so, striking the perfect chord in Genevieve 's heart. This moment is the one she needed, the one her soul had been searching for. As the uniqueness of each crystalline structure made an imprint on her heart, reality began to sink in like her foot into the previously virgin snow as she took each step. She wasn't going back. This was the moment she knew. All doubt erased by the purity around her. She couldn't allow that kind of treatment in her life any longer. She wouldn’t know who she was if she did, and she couldn’t afford to lose any more of herself to this place. With this revelation fresh, each step sprung forward with a newly found levity. She felt her stride hasten as her determination to start her new life took hold of her actions. If one were to have looked out a window of a third story apartment nearby, one might have noticed the change in the imprints left behind before they were summarily forgotten by the idealistic wintry scene. Just as Genevieve became this person, the one she had dreamt of, her phone buzzed in her pocket. When she picked it up, she was delivered a blow that changed her world irreparably.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Ball Fights
The first Snow Day of the school year had been announced earlier. I had a steaming cup of Hot Cocoa by my bed and a bellyful of that morning's oatmeal breakfast. I was ready to curl up under the covers as the wind whistled outside and continued to drop a layer of white and ice outside.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Fiction
