Microfiction
Underneath the snow
Working by a window is always a fascinating experience. In places like Finland, you get to witness the magic of the four seasons right in front of your eyes. Winter is, at times, a particularly fun season. From building a snowman in your garden to cross-country skiing or ice-skating, winter sports can certainly warm you up.
By Susan Fourtané 2 years ago in Fiction
Love Yourself with what you have...
"Love yourself with all you have... It was a foggy night when I took the next flight to Tallahassee. On the flight, I spotted a school friend named Sam. Initially, I didn’t recognize him, but he struck up a conversation with me. He greeted me with a "Hi" and asked, "Are you Dimple?" I confirmed, and we began talking. We had been classmates until the 10th grade before we moved to different cities, and he used to be my best friend at school.
By yuvashree R Deep2 years ago in Fiction
Cold Innocence
Footsteps fell precariously in the frozen precipitation as the traveler followed a frequented path. Snow on either side of the adventurer piled higher than his shoulders and caused the fear of claustrophobia to set in. Stairs appeared ahead, and footfalls could be heard behind. He started walking towards the stairs and quickly ascended the few steps to the salted platform. The surface of the landing was covered in a puddle of salt water that seeped down the stairs, where it froze when it hit the ground. The crunch of footsteps hit the traveler’s ears, and he ran up the next flight of stairs. On either side, the shoulder high snow started to decrease in height, the fear that once hit was now gone. With a clearer head, the bundled up journeyer could hear the steps behind him growing in tempo and getting closer. He decided to pick up his pace and quickly cleared the next staircase with ease. The third platform, lined with dead plants half hidden in the snow, extended out further than the previous ones. Benches sat on either side of the large concrete slab with planters in the corners, filled with more dead plants and snow. At the other end of the landing sat the looming presence of a sturdy structure. With a sudden rush of cold wind, the adventurer clutched his jacket tighter, and a shiver slid down his spine. The door on the house opened, and Grandma welcomed the small boy into her loving arms.
By Colt Henderson2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Surprise
I was laying there all nice and comfortable on the cozy blanket you set next to the roaring fireplace, the intense warmth allowed me to sleep deeply. I didn't even mind it when you came up and petted me and gave me some tasty tuna, that was broken up just the way I like it. Then when you put the blanket over me, that was purrfect.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Prey
On January 27th, in the heart of winter’s grip, I receive an urgent call that propels me into the frigid night. My journey spans over a day, leading me to the snow-enshrouded depths of the Washington forest. My brother, Charlie, ventured into this wintry expanse to hunt, but now, a vast blanket of snow stretches before me, swallowing the landscape. Snowflakes cascade from the heavens, crystallizing on tree limbs, capturing leaves in icy suspension. The monochrome silence is violently shattered by the sight of Charlie's blood-stained body against the pure snow.
By Nathan Rawlings2 years ago in Fiction
"You Can't Handle the Truth!"
Her sign was Aquarius, so she consulted her horoscope: In spite of thinking you're innovative, progressive, and even revolutionary, you are no model Aquarius. You're unable to romantically link with any compatible fire or air signs. You're supposed to be independent, but you're 34 and still live in your parents' basement. You really should just give up. The water bearer, the great mystical healer who bestows life, is ashamed of you. Especially after yesterday.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Grow Old With Me
Once upon a time I was twice upon a time. Some people have lived previous lives. I don't know if that's true, but I know I have lived another life. The reason I know is that it's because I didn't die and then get reborn, i.e., become reincarnated. My two distinct lives overlap. Now. In real time. And very tightly.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
