Microfiction
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
Wondering
She shuffles the streets, rubbing her gloved hands together. Downtown is quiet today with only the occasional slide of tires on the fresh snow. The temperature has plummeted to the negatives and the shelters are full. She must keep moving. Her last cigarette sits in her pocket but she is waiting to smoke it when the sun creeps out of sight. The nights are long and the warmth of the smoke in her lungs is to be spared.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
Two Bus Tickets. Top Story - March 2024.
Jeremy sat on a bench outside the bus station while the snow fell softly. Holding two tickets to the city in his hand, his heart was pounding. He used his savings to buy the tickets, and they would live off the rest. He looked at his watch, wondering where Colt was. They were supposed to meet at the bus stop fifteen minutes ago, and Colt wasn’t there yet.
By J. Delaney-Howe2 years ago in Fiction
Bound by duty
On a Friday night in the quiet town of Saloman Bay, the young couple Carrie Wood and James Wise, held each other's hands as they kissed amidst the wintry magic surrounding them. Their love blossomed against a backdrop of snow-laden streets and twinkling lights, creating a storybook romance that would captivate the people of Saloman Bay for years.
By F.R. Gautvik2 years ago in Fiction
When There Is No Path To Tread
I walked out of my door just before dawn. This far off the main roads, the plows were unlikely to reach us for hours, if they even got to us today at all, and the neighbours wouldn't be up trying to dig out their cars and stoops for a little bit yet either. The world seemed to be at peace in stark contrast to the howling wind and blowing snow we'd had the night before. Everything was coated in a white blanket, glinting in the rising sun's light, with no evidence of any roads or paths to lead anywhere or towards anything.
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Fiction
To Bear the Bones
It was after hours on a ski hill. Mr. Brown was the groundskeeper. He'd named the snow mage in front of him Mr. White. At first, he'd wielded the nearest thing he could use as a weapon: a ski pole. The snow mage's best promise of safety had been its calm.
By Matthew Daniels2 years ago in Fiction
A Stand in the Impalpable voids! It’s Stone Cold 🥶
Sustainability is a virtue if you may believe. In regards to that, I have stood up a little longer than expected. Herein, I stand tall over fairest mountainous 🏔️ summits, at the foot of which stretch gurgling waters shaped into springs, and then, through the rivers, brooks and rivulets, I stream ( not scream,) furthering furthest into neighborhood creeks. Far away across those bold barriers of the rocky cliffs, 🪨nurtured in nature’s valleys and amidst thousands of huge chunks of icicles --dripping through the roofs, I stand erect guarding the entrance of an impalpable void. Resting next to me is a glacier. To the east is a high soaring cloud casting shadows like a sentinel lighting some holy city. Thereupon throwing broader reflections over the plains , much closer to the barren lands, there is this powdery snowy peak, never melting under the sun’s sizzling heat. Amidst those higher up highs, there's a pinnacle,brighter than bright . It's there, in that reposing void of heavenly skies, a sheer strength belies ; an environ studded in mystique, and into which, the solemnity of peace bespeaks Lain alike and fallen silent over the poppy fields, and yet upon the graves in grooves abounds a tranquil ; flapping it’s wings along a luminous course that's all marked in white. Until..... Such a magnificence (in gaze ) is met by a wanderer seeking the fairest verdant lawns of heavenly bliss ; for in that exists the glory of heaven trapped in a moment's deceit!
By Madhu Goteti 2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Snow
In mid-October, it arrives how it always does: Rapid. Enduring. The rain starts to muffle its frenetic drumbeat on the metal roof of our cabin. Precipitation will still fall, but now it will come without announcing itself. It will build layer upon layer- a muted pressure that strains the rafters to near breaking.
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Fiction
"The Forgotten Note: Echoes of Love Lost in the Attic's Embrace"
**The Forgotten Note** In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Emily. She spent her days tending to the flowers in her garden and her evenings lost in the world of books. Yet, there was a longing in her heart that even the beauty of nature and the solace of literature couldn't fill.
By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
Bloody Snow
“Why are they ringing the alarm?” “We got snow coming in less than an hour!” Everyone was caught off guard. Predictions usually allowed for hours of preparation. Right now, my children were out with my father. He loved taking them out of the settlement to be among the trees; his favorite reminder of life before.
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Fiction
