Microfiction

Hell is a frozen forest
He hated the cold. It cut into his throat and eyes, gashed his lips and cheeks and hands with invisible cuts that grew hotter the longer he froze. The snow crackled threateningly underfoot as though he might sink down into it at any moment. His tennis shoes dipped in and out of the white stuff, bright red, every flash of their reappearance making him feel as though his feet were bleeding.
By Amelia2 years ago in Fiction
Silens Praesidium. Content Warning.
Drip drop drip The cold of the drips to his face roused him. Brian woke with screaming from what felt like the worst nighmare he had ever experienced. Hyperventilating, he struggled to focus on the dark and cold surroundings. In fact he could barely move his head. It felt like his neck was firmly strapped down.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Our Tribe. First Place in Snow Micro Challenge.
Our friendship ended in a silence no one heard, surrounded by the chanting, the honking horns, the chorus at the intersection, the quieting snow beginning to stick to the roads.
By Dane BH2 years ago in Fiction
Icy Embrace
I felt the snow before I saw it. Ice clung to every surface, coating my eyelashes, my mustache and beard, even my nose hair. The cold seemed distant, replaced by an eerie numbness. Even though I was blanketed in a layer of frost, I felt no discomfort.
By Shelby Larsen2 years ago in Fiction
Revenge of the Snowman. Content Warning.
Blood everywhere. Man, woman, boy: all dead. The creature towered over bodies of the parents, she in her hairnet and face cream, he in his stripy pyjamas. The boy lay alone and broken in the next room.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Cold Comfort
Maisie had been sick in the night, and again at breakfast. She didn't feel awful, just hollow, not quite real, but Mum said she would have to stay indoors.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
White-Out
He'd never put much stock in the legends--how when a blizzard created a total white-out, demons would slip out of the æther to do their evil work. It wasn't the storm that kills, but the monsters of legends.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Polka and the snow
Snow is falling in the small town of Readsboro, Vermont. Polka (middle name Dot) a six-month-old Dalmatian is looking out the window at the falling snow. She’s all alone while her humans are at work.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Fiction
Community service
Leaning onto the step handrail, she looked at the snow piled up until the front door of Mr.Grumpy's home. She was tired, but her only comfort was that it was her last task and ten more dollars to attain her goal.
By Parvathi J2 years ago in Fiction
Quixotical Snow
"Close the gates and doors properly; it's a very dark and snowy night tonight," Maria instructed her eldest daughter. "Yeah, sure, Mom! I'll do it," Lawrence replied from the coziness of her bed, fully immersed in her favorite novel, a new crime fiction by Sam.
By Sarwar Alam2 years ago in Fiction
Trapped. Top Story - February 2024.
Your mind, as frozen as your body, can’t make sense of this. There is nothing to see but blinding darkness. The only sound, your chattering teeth.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Globe
The antique globe takes up a lot of space. The glass cylinder scrolled with intricate brass; ten inches tall - looks out of place.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Fiction