Microfiction
Let It Snow Let It Snow
There it was, the cozy, small, red-roofed cottage nestled so peacefully in the fallen snow. The atmosphere was as thick as gelatin, and the stillness of the scene suggested all was well — that all within the cottage were happy and content. Fine just staying put in their little winter paradise.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Papaw
The hill was steep, but not too steep for the six-year-old Dina. Papaw brought her here last year and she was scared, but he reassured her that if she held onto the front of the sled and stayed firmly seated she’d glide safely to a stop in the snowy field below after an exhilarating ride.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
Best Friends. Top Story - February 2024.
Their giggles were infectious; Betty Rubble and Wilma Flintsone like. Looking up at the sky, the warmth of the sun on their faces, yet the air is crisp from the winter breeze tickling their noses and making them slightly runny; their cheeks are flushed and rosy.
By Jess Boyes2 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in the Rain of Romance. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in the charming town of Serenity Hollow, nestled among rolling hills and cozy little houses, a story unfolded under a moonlit sky: the story called "Dancing In The Rain Of Romance". In this enchanting story, the main characters are Lila, a talented seamstress with a talent for weaving stories into fabric, and Ethan, a minstrel whose nimble fingers can extract melodies from his guitar strings.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Doesn't Discriminate
As the snow fell hard and the wind blew, Lorna lay there, motionless, as naked as the day she was born. Though, older, wrinklier and with more sagging than she'd care to admit to anyone. Not that that mattered anymore. As she lay motionless and the snow covered her, encasing her body, her pale skinned modesty was quickly protected. It didn't take long to cover her 5 foot frame.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in My Bedroom Window. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
By Marysol Ramos2 years ago in Fiction
Gina's Ghost. Top Story - January 2024.
Sleep eludes me. It has wholly forsaken me. I wander through these halls all night looking for that which is lost. I look in the darkest corners and cannot find what I misplaced. But it cannot be located, for it is hidden too well. There is a cold chill that I cannot displace, no matter how many fires I pace in front of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Dashing through the snow
“Dashing through the snow” is not as comfortable as it sounds. It was on my bucket list, so we decided to try it out. We called a local place that took people on sleigh rides, and the price was right. The ground, however, did not contain “a drifted bank.” It was white, but that’s about it.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
The Day Hell Froze Over
You may think that Hell is a metaphorical place, in the mystical realm, or part of a silly little phrase like “Oh, go to Hell”. I'm here to tell you that Hell does exist, it is for real; it's a place here on Earth in the middle of the great lakes.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
