Microfiction
Christ has set us free
"You put that whip down, or y'all be sorry." "I'll be sorry? Not as sorry as you will, boy!" With that, young Freeland raised the horsewhip and threw a mighty wave of the whip's end at me. Flinching, I felt the sting of a cut across my shoulder. Before the man could raise his arm again for a second blow, I was upon him and knocked him clean off his feet, as my fist drove into his jaw.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Lingering Morning
Sipping a mug of your favorite hot beverage, you debate venturing out. You admire the snow’s beauty from afar– behind a double-paned glass wall. The hum of your heater kicks on, reminding you of the cold outside. The snow shows no sign of stopping and has already piled up in the driveway.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
"Winter's Embrace: A Mother-Daughter Snow Symphony"
It’s Saturday morning in the high mountains of Colorado and I wake to a bedroom full of an unknown brightness. Sleepy eyed, I roll out of bed and inch my way towards the window. It has no curtains since mom, dad and little sis moved to our new house. Most of my toys are still in boxes, crammed in the furthest corner of my room. All I have is my race car bed and dresser. Mom says it takes a couple of weeks until we are fully settled into our new home. I am not sure how long a couple weeks are but it already feels like years since we moved into this new log cabin.
By Sanjay yadav2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Reverie
Andrew? Andrew woke to a delightful sight - a veritable winter wonderland just waiting for him. He leapt out of bed and slid into the warm clothes he had left out. They were his favourites. As he slipped on his thick grey socks, he couldn't hide his huge bright smile, pulling on his thermal layers and then his blue jeans, black t-shirt and wooly sweater. Can you hear me?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Selkie’s Skin. Top Story - February 2024.
I can hear her searching for me downstairs. Utensils and jewelry clang against the floor as she tosses them out of every drawer imaginable. The drawers themselves land with a thud against the hardwood floor as she throws them out of their slots, desperate to find my hiding place. I can imagine her flinging her husband’s clothes through the air as she ravages his closet, hoping to find some secret compartment concealed within.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit
It was the middle of January and twenty below zero at the destination. She had flown from Anchorage to Juneau, and now Oneida was waiting to fly on to Haines. The day was windy, and the small planes were tied down on the tarmac. The flight was delayed until the wind died down.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
