Microfiction

Footsteps in Snow
Every step, every shot, made with calculated intentions. The snow crunched under the Hunter's boots as he began to slow his pacing. The frosted air came to life just beyond his face. As the white outline of his breath disappeared, he realized no more snow was falling. The silhouette of white tail footprints stood out in the welcomed sunshine.
By Jeffrey Yeatman2 years ago in Fiction
Bend, Oregon Blizzard
December A long weekend in Bend, Oregon, for sunshine was a great idea. Leaving REI to head back to Seattle, huge snowflakes began. Entering the highway, it was white-out conditions. Rodger and Alicia could not drive over Mt. Hood; they would have to use a different, unfamiliar route. The Audi SQ7 was great in snow and the mountains, but these unfamiliar, remote roads from Bend to Seattle weren’t highways; they were two-lane unplowed roads.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Angels
There are moments in life that become clearly etched in the mind. Yaya was sitting at the kitchen table with Oliver. The rare snowfall had caused a school cancellations.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Fiction
Whitewash
The mountains are hidden beneath a velvet layer of feathery snow. The sound of silence takes over the world and flakes twirl from the sky. A sliver of moonlight casts upon the mountains to reveal a sparkling sheet in the dead of night. Pure magic.
By Paige2 years ago in Fiction
Winter Fox
I walked over the ice and snow. The crunch underfoot was the only audible sound. A crow tore the silence in two as it squawked about my presence. I put my things into the car and closed the door. It sounded so loud in the quiet.
By Fiona Howell2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Fall
It was a beautiful snowy night. She bundled up in her jacket and gloves to stand outside for a little while. As she opened the door, the cold breeze burned as it hit her face. Even so, she couldn't help but smile as she saw the sparkles all around her.
By Judith Jascha2 years ago in Fiction
A Cold Sense of Déjà Vu
He felt as if he had seen this woman before, in a thousand moments exactly like the present, as he lay dying on the tundra among the corpses of his men.
By Princess Sparklefangs2 years ago in Fiction
Nuclear Winter
The hissing was growing louder, muffled by my own ragged breath, my feet shuffling through three feet of fresh acidic powder.
By Dakota Rice2 years ago in Fiction
The Changing of the Times
Upon a dark, dusty mountaintop, two shadowy figures discuss the times. Their silhouettes stark against the dusky sky behind them as the sun is chased behind the horizon by the night sky.
By Tales from a Madman2 years ago in Fiction
Winter Whispers
Amidst the serene blanket of snow, a solitary cabin stood nestled in the heart of the forest. Its wooden exterior bore the weight of countless winters, each snowflake a whispered memory of seasons past. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, dancing with the frosty air.
By Daniza 2 years ago in Fiction
Cragfast
They say the mountain can send you loopy. The air is thinner, the terrain is uncertain. It does something to your head. The trouble is there is a certainty lurking between rocks and down drops, and it dogs your every step.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Lift Mechanics
It’s hard to move fast through the snow. I hit the edge of the trail and slide down, landing in snowdrifts up to my thighs. Wind howls through the trees, carrying snow spray and bitter cold, and I blink my eyes hard. Just a bit further. I can’t leave until I have it; the mountain won’t let me go. I move faster, half to get out of here and half to keep the cold at bay. It’s already made its way through my layers, crawled in through my soaked snow pants and wet gloves.
By Ruth K2 years ago in Fiction