Microfiction
Mirena
He he he. You see me now, don’t you! Or, well, you don’t, that being the whole point. I hid for ages. I mean, seriously, months. Honestly, I thought you were never going to not find me! Which proves my point, really, doesn’t it. Oh, you loved me well, no doubt, as long as I behaved. I’ve heard you singing my praises. Though that’s all stopped now you can’t find me, hasn’t it. No praises for me now. Well, you take a thing for granted, never check how I’m doing, and there’s going to be trouble, isn’t there. And here it is. Trouble. How’d you like them apples then?
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Isn't the Same as an Adult
I huff as I, out of breath and exhausted, strain to push the shovel full of heavy snow off the driveway. We got nine inches of snow today... and I have to be able to get out of my driveway in the morning to go to work. That means I get to spend my Sunday evening clearing this driveway. As I force myself to push through the exhaustion and keep shoveling, I reminisced about how awesome snow was when I was a kid.
By Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)2 years ago in Fiction
Silence the Wisdom. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
"Make sure your boots straps are tight" ordered Molly in a friendly but firm tone. "Yessss Mom" Sally replied, rolling her eyes for being talked to like a child. After all, she was 14 and knew how to put on a pair of boots.
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Fiction
Happy To Wait. Top Story - February 2024.
Birdseed slips between gloved fingers. Your body trembles from the cold, and from the strain of remaining still for many long minutes. Shifting slightly, you lean more heavily on the back porch’s low banister. Hands jut into the white abyss, bearing a small, dark, shaky offering.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Fiction
"Ethereal Frost"
In the heart of a mystical snow-covered realm, where every snowflake gracefully falling held a whisper of destiny, hope and the moon's glow held ancient secrets leading as far back as the first snow fall, resided being named SnowdenDreamweaver, a benevolent woven in the fabric of winter dreams. This ethereal entity possessed the extraordinary gift of blessing lives with uncountable things, but mostly unforeseen wonders.
By Kristen Bansfield -Pen Name K.R.Fields2 years ago in Fiction
Funeral Pyre. Top Story - February 2024.
This was written for the Snow Micro Challenge. --- They’d passed through this forest before. He sensed traces of her magic still—in the air, among the trees, in the snow that had thawed and reformed countless times over. The trail was faint, but it would have to do.
By Marie Sinadjan2 years ago in Fiction
Saber Tooth
The snowfall was increasing, and the distance of clear visibility was rapidly diminishing. Ellie was anxious, whining to be off leash so she could frolic in the snow, but I saw the coyotes before she did which forced me to immediately increase the tension on her leash.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
