Microfiction

Whirl Wind
His love is a windy night. It calls to you, as you stare into the glow of its bright obscurity. From your window, it’s whimsical. It’s fleeting. But when you step out to embrace it, it chokes you. It races around you in a whirlwind that sucks the warmth from your burning soul. It leaves you drowning in dry air. It’s hungry for what it can never experience. So it devours, in hopes that it may live. But a love like this can never live; therefore, can never die. Because it isn’t love.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Fiction
Fresh Eyes, First Snow
Two headfuls of space. The focus when that’s all there is. Every maths and science lesson I had, soundlessly turns inside ‘frozen space headfuls’ calculating breaths I can subdue, thus saving precious air for Thierry. He endured agony waitlisted for life-changing eye surgery. Never complained or even flinched.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Fiction
The Weather Forecast
You stood by the window sipping your morning tea. The wind had picked up since yesterday and already the clouds were gathering in the east.
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Fiction
Microfiction that takes place in a snowy setting
In the heart of a wintry forest, where the snowfall painted the landscape in a pristine white, a lone traveler trudged through the deep drifts. His breath hung in the frigid air, a testament to the bitter cold that enveloped him. With each step, the snow crunched beneath his boots, a symphony of solitude in the serene wilderness.
By d jojo gent2 years ago in Fiction
My Lips On His
“I’ve loved you for what feels like my entire life but was too much of a coward.” Oliver looks down at our joined hands. We’re standing just outside the hospital, the winter storm coming down hard, but I don’t care.
By Kylie Ruffino2 years ago in Fiction
Revelation
“Are you coming? It’s Valentine’s Day,” the text message said. Her heart couldn’t be happier. Was he inviting her for a romantic lunch together? “Bring some food and hurry up. I am waiting,” a second message obviously revealed this was not a romantic invitation but rather a demand.
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Fiction
Sadfasdf, Trending
I was watching YouTube. It seems that putting random keystrokes into Google search brings up bizarre videos. Eager try it, I performed a finger-roll on my keyboard's second row of letters, rapidly undulating keys from pinky-to-index finger, with an extra randomization thrown in.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Inspector
Legs apart, arms outstretched. Breathing, face to the sky, Arch stopped for a moment to appreciate the snow falling on his face. Soft, gentle, frozen reminders of the mission he set for himself.
By jacki fleet2 years ago in Fiction
These Green Eyes Don't Cry. Content Warning.
If you're reading this, I need you to help me. They've shut me in here and I can't get out. I've got to get out. I have to find him. I love him. And he loves me. I think. His friends love me, too. I think. They all did. A few times.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Snow Existence
It was eerily quiet, apart from the stream. Snowy pines and the crunch of ice beneath your boot were all you needed to carry on. For your prey could not last forever. Not as long as you could.
By Harrison stewart 2 years ago in Fiction
Winter Walk
Atop the mountain the parking lot is empty. Fine powder blows across. Snow dunes press against the map at the pay station. The truck hums to silence. My dog cocks her ears. Howling wind tugs us to the trail. We could leave, but it was a long drive.
By Laura Lann2 years ago in Fiction
Saint Valentine
"So, I'm thinking that you'd like to live forever, right?" Valentine had been startled out of his skin, when the angel appeared, minding his own business, thinking about love. He was a loving sort of man. A man who loved God. A man who loved marriage. A man who loved Love. It was a great thing and should be treated as such, as should all the associated Love attributes: respect, trust, companionship to name a couple.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction