Microfiction

Crystallised
I can smell the snow hours before it breaks free from the clouds. I always know when it is going to snow. My mother said there was a touch of the fae in our family, and feeling the snow was part of this fae magic. It was this feeling that had me walking through the silence of the village in which I lived at 3am on Christmas morning.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns2 years ago in Fiction
How Could I Forget?
The sun is reflecting off the snowflakes as they descend from the arctic blue vaults of heaven. The hushed crunch of the glistening powder beneath one’s feet provides a rhythmic sound on this crisp morning. Strange, I am not dressed for this frigid temperature, yet I do not feel cold. I shrug it off, deciding that my recent workout at the gym still has my body amped up.
By Sara Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Apricity
The thin sheet of snow pops beneath the toes of my boots. There is a single streak of blue cracking the grey sky. And through that crack, the sun peeks.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Fiction
Panthera Uncia
If the man could see her, standing on the rock in dusk's fading light, he'd have been awestruck by her beauty. How thick and soft her coat, how gorgeous its markings. He'd have wanted to sink his hands into it, gaze into her golden eyes, brush a thumb over her velvet grey muzzle.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Winter Magic
The iron-gray snow clouds gently sprinkled fluffy flakes upon my cheeks and eyelashes, like kisses from a doting mother, as I dragged my battered orange sled behind me, toward home.
By J. A. Rossignol2 years ago in Fiction
Thus With a kiss
My knees soak up the snow, but all I can think of in this moment is the way her long brown hair waves behind her as she walks away, as if to say goodbye. It twirls in the icy breeze like the few remaining leaves on the trees surrounding us.
By Bethany Larson2 years ago in Fiction
Cold
"Can you park closer to the door? These shoes don't have much traction," Anna asked softly, feeling Will's anger at both the sudden snow onslaught, and her for dragging him from his January cocoon of vodka and Nintendo.
By Kristen Knutson2 years ago in Fiction
Written In Snow
You never trusted me. You believed the stories that others told you, but they were not true. Churchill said: "A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on."
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Serendipity
His tea was cold, the bitter remnants of bergamot painting his throat with citrus spice. He stood at his bedroom window, as he did every morning, every day. It was a comfort turned custom, even as the world refused to do the same.
By Bridget Couture2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Maiden
“... the worst snowstorm in thirty years…” Matt shut off the radio, squinting in the headlights’ glow. Clear morning skies became whiteout conditions on the drive home. The wipers flicked away snow, lulling him into a stupor.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland2 years ago in Fiction
The Frostkiss Chronicles: A Battle for Spring
In the land of Earthsong Sanctuary there was a Queen known as Frostkiss Blossoms. Her role in this universe was tending a snowflake garden. This was no ordinary garden, and the Queen had a powerful job. Each snowflake held seeds of exquisite spring flowers and green grasses in this snow-white garden.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
Don't worry about a thing
- Alright, my dear amigos, first things first, let's not lose our "cool": I know this wasn't part of the plan, so you don't have to remind me that our excursion was supposed to head to the beach of Taganga and, due to the pilot's two bottles of rum last night, causing the plane to crash-land on the peak of Cristóbal Colón in the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta of Colombia, here we are. But, don't worry. The beach is just a few miles away, and nobody's going to ruin this summer. With the right attitude and positive vibes, we'll make the most of it while we wait for rescue, comprende?
By Salgado2 years ago in Fiction