Microfiction

Cayenne, Alaska Bush Pilot
“Baby, I love that ruby on your finger!” He watched her from their bed, happy to be back from the Bush. Mike’s fiancé, Cayenne, smiled at him. “I’m flying media people over the Wickersham Wall on Denali, so I must head out now. Love you!” She kissed him, handing him a hot mug of coffee.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
THE PROPOSAL . Top Story - February 2024.
Wearing his best suit, Peter strutted around the wedding reception area as if he owned the building. From the moment he saw Paula, they were inseparable soul mates.
By Babs Iverson2 years ago in Fiction
Legacy of the Celestial Guardian
Time has a way of changing stories, and for many years, the Tianlu became a quiet whisper from the past. But some tales are too powerful to stay silent.
By Estalontech2 years ago in Fiction
Another year. Top Story - February 2024.
Today is not like any other day. It is the one day of the year that I force myself to visit you. I sit in my gray buick watching the snow fall. I can hear the stillness of the earth with nothing but the damp flakes resting around me. I breathe in deeply as I force myself out of the car.
By Ashley Shiflett2 years ago in Fiction
My Heart Breathes Soul
I gaze through my window, feasting my eyes upon the purity of the whitest landscape my mind could ever imagine. I’m in awe — a freak snowstorm hit while I was sleeping — I’ve never experienced snow before.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Fiction
"Rise of the Lunar Guardian: The Triumph of Magic and Redemption"
Once upon a time in a distant galaxy, there existed a planet called Celestia. It was a world of enchantment, where magic reigned supreme and the impossible became possible. Within the celestial realm, a young sorceress named Luna possessed extraordinary powers. Her emerald eyes sparkled with wisdom beyond her years, but she had yet to discover the full extent of her abilities.
By Aanuoluwa 2 years ago in Fiction
Sliding into slippers
I woke with a new found spirit, peering through the frosted glass windows of my room. White flakes dancing in the morning light, flying with careless abandon, without a worry. I wished to be so free. Sliding into my slippers and wrapping a house coat around me, the only coat there is for me. I tip toe silently down the dimly lit corridors, even at this early hour the halls are busy with movement letting me blend in unseen. I sneak through the front doors to the outside world.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Earth, Water, Fire, Air and Ice
The masterpiece was almost complete. With each strike of his hammer, the sculpture took shape. The night fell early, and snowflakes landed on the icy surface, creating a delicate contrast against the haunting features of the gargoyle. The moonlight shimmered on the snowy ground.
By Emmy B2 years ago in Fiction
What Should be Forbidden
The Alaskan frontier, Snow cold & wild with the setting of the Sun bringing darkness at noon. Surrounded by the Pacific & Arctic Ocean, along with the Bering Sea, it stands as a Star State. Chinook Salmon, Steelhead Trout, King Crab, Northern Pike, & Lobsters are fished from fresh water streams & Ocean beds. Wildlife flourishing with the Polar Bear, Grizzly bear, Wolves, Wolverines, Sheep, Bison, Moose, Elk & Foxes roams the vast terrain. Whales, Walruses & Seals live in the Seas while Hundreds of bird species fly. Our National bird, the Eagle soars around the Tallest Mountain, McKinley. Alaska was a pioneers dream, Standing so high in Latitude above the entire world. As genuine as a gold mine, with the sled dog races led by teams of Alaskan huskies lasting for only a day. Why they made an Obstacle out of the event of a 1000 mile race is mind boggling. It’s initial name was Fur Rondezvous, where dogs were treated decently, being well fed without over excursion. One thousand miles is too far for a car to drive, let alone a sled dog. Each year since the renamed event called Iditarod enslaves hundreds of dogs to endure. Like a memory of an old commercial of the Native American on a conoe paddling through garbage showing tears in his eyes. How can a genuine Gold mine State turn into Fools Gold? Where are the voices of the Park rangers & guardians of what should our 49th National Treasure?
By Ocusan M2 years ago in Fiction
White-Tailed Deer
Her footsteps left small indents in the road slush, sloshing solid liquid aside. There is only one goal in mind. In the distance, the frost has just melted off the supple leaf, just to the left of a small home. An early blooming in the late of winter. Her hooves dig into the snow making a soft crunch that only she can hear.
By Zakariah C. Haggard2 years ago in Fiction
Playtime in the Pines
The entire Paradise in the Pines community had gathered at the huge, central meadow to take advantage of the unprecedented, but welcome, 30 inches of fresh snow that had fallen overnight. The clear, crisp air rang with the laughter of children and adults, interspersed with excited barking.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
Backcountry skiing
I’m conscious for all of it. The initial fall, the snow heaving down in a torrent of violence - smashing my body around without a care. It isn’t pitch black as I'd always imagined it would be. My eyes adjust to see a blue tinged light, while I hear my own panting in the cochlea of my ear.
By Kendra Marya2 years ago in Fiction