Microfiction

0115 PNW
Snowshoeing along the mountain trail, dark clouds rolled overhead. Visiting the Pacific Northwest from my Alaska home, I knew how the weather could change in the mountains in a minute. Different climate than Alaska, but I had the skills to handle it. My planned route was provided to the rangers; I had an avalanche beacon and was outfitted for deep snow and negative temperatures.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Are we real
Was it love or was it desperation? Was it in the secret, tight spaces you held me so close? “Are we real?” we asked each other often.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Fiction
Alex and Melissa
Glittering frozen paradise, surrounded by the harsh reality and beautiful ethereal nature of the elements. Snow-covered houses stand in a row like pristine palaces. It's easy to get caught up in the unfiltered beauty. Until you have to scrape at the windshield of your car and shovel a driveway out of the snow.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Pushing Daisies
6 feet beneath the frost, I stare blankly upwards, dreaming of the spring. "Pushing Daisies" he called it. I think it was to comfort himself more than me.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Fiction
Titanium White
She's almost finished, thought the unnamed man. Almost. He looked at the lake, which didn't use to be a lake. At first, it was just a field, empty. He was the second oldest thing here, the first being the sienna undertones of the world.
By K. Kocheryan2 years ago in Fiction
The Hopeful Wanderer
In the heart of a snow-covered forest, where the world was swallowed by an endless winter, Aria wandered alone. The snowflakes fell softly around her, creating a hushed silence that wrapped her in a cocoon of tranquility.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
Transfixed
I stared into cold, dead, unreadable eyes. Maybe he would allow me to pass. No harm, no foul. Just two creatures whose paths fate briefly allowed to intersect. We moved in an arc, each participant in this deadly dance transfixed on the other. The cobra’s glistening scales rippled as he adjusted his position, searching for an advantage, something I had no intention of allowing him. My fur bristled in anticipation of his next move. My lips pulled back in a snarl, exposing razor-sharp fangs.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Playtime in the Pines: Chapter 2. Content Warning.
The stillness was absolute. For a long moment, time seemed suspended in the wide, snow-covered meadow. The spectacle the crowd had just witnessed had left everyone mesmerized.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Grief
The kettle slowed to a screeching boil. The couch is very comfy, and it takes two attempts to force myself out of the chair.
By Joshua Bassett2 years ago in Fiction
Your Mileage May Vary
A man went to his ophthalmologist for his routine check. Soon the receptionist invited him into the clinical area. The nurse faced the man toward a chart some distance away and covered one eye.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Winter Escapes
Too many times the winter has made my mind yearn for warmer days. I missed the heat from the largest star in our solar system on my face and I missed the lack of need for socks and coats. It was snowing heavily, leaving a shimmer across the landscape, which meant extra layers for going outside.
By Gabbie Speirs2 years ago in Fiction
Blood Red Snow. Content Warning.
I'm running for my life; this is a matter of life and death. My pursuers are relentless, fueled by the desire for blood. I need to keep moving to stay alive. They've got the taste of blood now and they'll never stop. I'm so very cold as I only have my one fur jacket on and these slippers. They caught me unaware and now there is nowhere to go in this barren, frozen landscape. Suddenly, I see a tree that I can climb up ahead. It is hard to with all the snow and ice but I scramble up the tree just as my pursuers reach me. I see the blood that I left behind like small diamonds in the snow. My arm is oozing blood but there is no time to think of that now. The beautiful creatures snarl their teeth at me from below and try to climb my safe haven. They really are quite lovely in all their fearsome glory with the sharp teeth, the razors for claws, and their keen sense of smell. I look into the deep brown eyes of one of them and see nothing but survival instincts there. She just wants to feed her family and this is the only way she knows how, I've intruded upon her family. Finally, I know there is no getting out of this as they inch closer and closer. I take the dagger out of its sheath from within my jacket, pray, and jump to my death.
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Fiction