Microfiction
The Painted Forest
In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled between ancient woods and fog-covered hills, lived a young girl named Emily. Emily was known for her exceptional talent in painting. The hallways of her home were covered in many different places and subjects, some of them being recognizable by the townspeople. Her favorite subject at the time was a mysterious forest that lay on the outskirts of town, shrouded in legends and whispered tales. One day, Emily created a painting that was different from the rest - a hauntingly beautiful depiction of the very forest that inspired her.
By WanderingZombie2 years ago in Fiction
Avalanche
It all began innocently enough at the top of the snow-covered mountain; two guys were racing around on their snowmobiles having a good old time racing around randomly. But neither driver saw the sign: LOOSE SNOW, OFF LIMITS. They roared their way along the edge, daring their fate with their leaps and turns. But the vibration of the engines vibrated their way through the loose snow, and by the time the snow began to slide, they had already gone.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Opportunity Attacks
The cabin that Joyce and Dylan Rand were spending their vacation residing in was in a snow-covered atmosphere, but it was bliss to both of them. As Dylan returned to their vacation home, he again gushed over the setting and thanked his wife for choosing such an amazing place to celebrate their 30 years together.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Marble Fall
When the royal city fell it took a side of the mountain with it. Snow, rock and once set stone tumbled themselves in front of the avalanche and re-dusting snow. The sun caught snowflakes scattering in the air, shining briefly as confettied glitter at the Prince’s birth or the Queen’s army returning from a victory in parade. Though for us this was no celebration. The city was our place to trade our harvest and buy supplies we needed to see us through the winter. We rode from our farm late this year, as the blight brought from the invading Brybgentos took portions of the crops in disease. The Queen would not accept a lesser tally than required and Uncle Awron was never short. Flurries already patched the ground as we left, but the snowline always stood higher up the mountainside. Now the place fell as a slab of marble twisting as a broken bird, like the ones Uncle Awron shot on the edge of our wood. With that we knew the Queen was dead.
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Fiction
Blizzard Encounter
In a bitter 1968 blizzard, Sandi was driving her parents’ VW bus on an Illinois two-lane road. Snow was drifting into tall piles because of the sideways wind. She couldn’t see more than a car length in front of her but kept going, hoping her headlights would warn oncoming traffic. It was dangerous to continue in the blizzard, but she had to get to the destination and trusted her instincts and driving skills.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Lost in the Wild
The cold, biting winds howled through the dense forest, dancing through the swirling snowflakes. Under the canopy of shivering trees, a small wolf pup, lost and alone, struggled to navigate through the thick blanket of snow. She whimpered softly, searching for her mother, separated by an unexpected snowstorm.
By Varsha Elizabeth2 years ago in Fiction
Catharsis in Winter's Silence
Amidst the silent embrace of a snowy landscape, Eleanor stood alone, her breath crystallizing in the crisp air. The world around her was an immaculate canvas, a vast expanse of untouched snow that gleamed under the moon's pale glow.
By Deborah Rivera Valentin2 years ago in Fiction
Snow? Snow!
Snow doesn't happen often in this small town. We're nestled in a valley with towering sapphire blue mountains hugging us from all sides; the tops of those mountains is where the snow lives during winter. Sometimes, rarely, there will be storm that gives a quick flurry of sleet, but it doesn't stick for longer than five minutes.
By J. L. Green2 years ago in Fiction
