Microfiction
Frozen Ghosts
The freezing rain pelts the earth with the precision of a freshly sharpened knife. A fortuitous artist, the rain delicately sculpts its next project among the trees of the orchard. A glassy coat drapes every surface, a crystalline window to a moment stuck in time. The trees desperately cling to their hard-earned profits of the season, but acquiesce under the weight of the artist's intentions, no longer capable of salvaging their efforts. The cunning artist robs the trees of their bounty in a hushed heist.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Deadly Valentine
Fred and June were recently married in a private ceremony. They had a shotgun wedding and Fred was made to promise for a real fancy wedding after baby was born. Fred told June that he was taking her on a honeymoon. Now here they were driving in frigid conditions. June commented that all she saw was white snow, while Fred reassured her this was to die for.
By Sid Aaron Hirji2 years ago in Fiction
A Categorical Thump
A categorical thump. That is how Filip Bosko labeled the sound in his head. Snow had been melting and sliding off the roof since afternoon tea. Three inch thick tectonic plates of crystallized ice made quite the racket scraping against metal before thudding against the ground.
By Zachary Keifer2 years ago in Fiction
Russian Siberian Golden Shower
Anna was 6 the winter her mother took her to visit cousins in Siberia. It took them two days by train and a horse cart to get to the cousins’ house. It was big, with many rooms, and 7 kid cousins aged between 5 and 13. They were rowdy and wild, Anna thought.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
Mountain Escape
There was no denying the beauty in it all. The snow-filled mountain peaks towered above us as El Sol veiled behind their shadow. A ray of sunshine seeped through the silky clouds, illuminating sunbows off the crystalline lake. Tokala and I stood there in awe, liberated by nature's embrace and mesmerized by the resonance of uninterrupted water beneath the icy sheath.
By Kendra J. Anthony2 years ago in Fiction
Drabbles Are Short – Only 100 Words.
I Am Getting All Emotional I have to get out of this business! Random Drabble: Emotional Drabbles are short — only 100 words. Please stay on the page for 30 seconds or more, so the stories are counted as a read. Please read, star and comment — let me know you’ve been here! Thank you!
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Fiction
Driving Through
He flipped the headlights to bright, but the snow was descending so quickly it was impossible to see. Switching back to low beams and slowing down, the driver took a deep breath. A few warm weeks had made it seem like winter had passed. Today, it was back with a vengeance.
By Noah Glenn2 years ago in Fiction
The 38th Parallel
December 1950, near P'yongyang, North Korea. Andrew heaved, blinked, struggled to focus. What he saw first was the red. Viscous and dazzling. He watched the scarlet ribbon unspool over the snow and remembered wet brushstrokes on a fresh canvas.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Fiction
Telltale crimson trail. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
I'd seen gray snow, I'd seen brown, mushy snow on the highway. I'd seen yellow snow too, but this was the first time I had seen pink snow. The sight of it turned my stomach. The crimson stain had grown into a shadow, an outline, like an island. The spatter from the blow had left a telltale bloody trail leading away from the gaping wound in the victim's head.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Lynx Crossing
On a cold winter day, I'm driving along a northern rural road. In an AWD mode, I proceed cautiously as the road has not been entirely cleared after an earlier blizzard. Very few cars venture out and no one is tailing me, so I'm driving at 45 mph on a 55 road.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction
