Microfiction

The Snowy Owl
The little white rabbit ventured out into the freshly fallen snow frolicking and digging through the snow for the grass that was buried by it. He had ventured a bit farther away from his little hole than he intended, but not so far that he couldn't get back. But the skies were clear of predator birds, and the wolves were far away.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
No Land Weeps for Thee. Top Story - February 2024.
The ice provides in this old land. Each morning, I sit on the porch I built overlooking the water. Today, icicles cling for dear life to the gutters while their friends, the snow mounds, hang on the white birch branches.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Vellichor's Medicine
He looked worn, his face thinner, his hair longer. Collar undone, shirt sleeves rolled up, his waistcoat laid over the back of a chair. The wolfhound puppy at his feet chewed on his battered shoes.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Levels
My feet grip the snow beneath them for only a moment before reaching untouched snow again. The air has its icy hands clasped around me, pulling me back as I try to spring forward. I trip and my knees feel the cushion of the cold snowy blanket beneath me. When fear kicks in, you think there is nothing more powerful, until the light in the distance taunts you with hope, and then you feel what real power is.
By Lucille Hamilton2 years ago in Fiction
Streaming through the desert
“Is this even the way?”, says the man. “Of course!”, I shout over my shoulder as I adjust my pack. It was lie, I have absolutely no idea where the hell we were, I’m no orienteerer. Orienteering-er? Orenteerer? One who orienteers.
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Golem
It's not the sun rising that awakens me, that crystal glint of honeyed gold on thick snow. Not his excited shouts, or crunching footsteps. Nor the chill, no, never that.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Valentine In The Snow. Content Warning.
I'm lying on the ground in the snow, and the snow is falling. I fell from a height, I don't know if anything is broken. I'd been to the pub and had a couple of pints of Guinness, I just exchanged the usual pleasantries, but don't have any friends now, having been dropped by every social circle, the darts and dominoes teams, and the music club. My band let me go because one of their bosses decided he wanted to join and would let them rehearse in one of his warehouses.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Eleanor's Secret Alliance with the Silent Guardian
Eleanor's ventured through the snow-clad woods painted a serene picture. Each step left an imprint, the hushed crunch resonating beneath the weight she carried within. The snow-covered globe appeared timeless, draped in a white veil, and Eleanor's breath lingered in the frigid air, a delicate warmth against the cold. Snow-laden pines, their boughs bowed, stood as guardians, sharing secrets with the silent countryside.
By Tanz Productions2 years ago in Fiction
The Arctic Hike
I could almost sense the change in the air and the stillness before I opened my eyes. The slight temperature change transformed the rain into a magical powder and the wet autumn into a sparkly wonderland. The snow covered the trees, the frozen fjord and the mountains around. The skies cleared, promising a day of adventures, sending an invitation for a morning hike. The natural choice was Ryten, the local jewel and a walk long enough to fill the lungs with fresh air. The only nuisance was the other fellow humans with precisely the same idea. Still, watching the crowd heading to summon the wintry peak was quite an intriguing and entertaining ordeal.
By Nosti2 years ago in Fiction
Mary's Awakening
It was her first fairytale. Mary's eyes were wide as her mum told her about the boy and girl with the funny names in the forest, dropping breadcrumbs and hoping that they would find their way home. It was a story that inspired uncertainty and insecurity.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Blanket of White
Embers of white were delicately making their way down leaving tiny puddles behind. As I blinked, my face now damp from the very small and peculiar pieces of... clouds? Examining the miniscule particles, I realized how intricate and unique they were. A variety of patterns making up their structure, difficult to distinguish, as they quickly vanished into small droplets inside my palm. Slowly, rising from the ground, I soaked in the scene before me. All around, a canvas of white; a cumulation of all these tiny white flecks embraced the surface they came to rest on. Kneeling, I pressed my hand on the surface of the white cloak before me, feeling an instant chill as I pressed down, leaving a print. Filled with awe, I stared at the graceful descent of these magnificent fragments of mystery. Where did they come from? What were they? As I observed my surroundings, I tried to recall how I had landed here. I squinted as I tried to spot something, anything in the distance. All I could see, was infinite white. All I could hear, was emptiness. A deafening void. A bare canvas, left in a deserted space. I was the only flaw to this depiction. An intruder to this peaceful landscape. I was taken aback, as I felt a wave of tranquility wash over me. Laying back down, I questioned, if I made myself small and quiet enough, perhaps I'd be able to blend into this harmonious masterpiece... Merge into this blanket of white.
By Meagan2 years ago in Fiction
Insatiable Need for Adventure
"Yeah, okay, got it mom-promise I'll be careful..." Sidney, could hardly hear her mother but knew from her tone she was saying something along the lines of the usual, "I really don't like you traveling alone... especially in this weather!"
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Fiction