Microfiction
A Cold Bleakness
The snow squeaks under the boots of the men walking across the field. It is so frozen that it crushes against itself. Sometimes they step onto a soft spot and sink into the powdery white. They laugh and continue onward to the tree line. Their breath mingles with the cold air making clouds of white that match the wintery floor.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
Keys Lost in the Snow
Five days straight of snow, five feet of it, and five degrees below. 5-5-5. Charly kept a path clear and knocked the heavy powder from the windshield of his old Willys every day, yet snow was up to the wheels. Wearing his Sorel boots and a thick scarf doubled around his face, he rocked it from the deep snowbank the weather had set down around the vehicle.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Shoveling Snow in Queens
“Your mother is coming over for dinner tomorrow night,” she said. I was shoveling our car out from last night’s snowstorm. In the background I heard the rumbling of the Seven train, bounding its way. I chucked piles of snow between the sidewalk and the car, forming a mini wall that my wife stood behind. I took a break, watched her blow softly into a cup, waiting for her next words like adoring crowds wait for the announcement of the new pope.
By Cary Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Ten minutes to mask a murder
In ten minutes, the squad would arrive. I heaved the 'murder weapon', a huge hunk of ice, into the storm drain. As it hit with a smash, the steady stream of meltwater started to push the pieces away, along with the red streaks that had covered one side. I hid the cocaine in the trunk.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
While She Was Gone. Content Warning.
I finished digging out the snow around the car when she called to tell me not to pick her up tomorrow. The excavation had formed a cubicle. Puffy white flakes fell heavy, and the wind shot them onto the exposed areas of my face like it was a dartboard. The only living things on the street were me and the leafless trees, whose branches were clothed in fresh white snow.
By Cary Williams2 years ago in Fiction
The sound of life in this land of death
White wisps escaped my mouth. I pushed the butt of my rifle against my shoulder and steadied the barrel on the snowy berm. The white buck was hard to spot in the valley of snow. Its small black eyes were the only thing that gave it away. It stomped on the snow with its front legs and shoveled with its long mouth. It was hard to come by plants in this eternal winter. There were still quite a few trees but plants, shrubs, and the like were almost impossible to find. I aimed at the base of its neck and pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the valley.
By Andy ortega2 years ago in Fiction
I'm taking the day off...
I am taking the day off from writing today, but not from posting. I have a few ideas that I want to get out of my head and into words, but today isn’t that day. So enjoy this story I wrote a while back- I wrote it for a contest, the prompt was to write about a piece of chocolate cake, and this is the second fictional piece I ever wrote. I’ve been toying with taking bits and pieces of the character and putting her into another story, maybe, maybe not, but either way, happy reading, and thank you for letting me have a cheat day.
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Fiction
"Just happened to" find it.
The snowstorm was over, and the two people who just "happened to find" sanctuary in the tiny log cabin finally settled down. They managed to kill a few rabbits who wandered in, so had food for the night, and an endless supply of snow that could be melted and drank. Since they were miles away from any city life, the water would be as pure as drinking spring water.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
