Microfiction
Stolen Moments, Timeless Love
In the quaint town of Everwood, where cobblestone streets echoed with the footsteps of those navigating the passage of time, a love story unfolded in the most unexpected of places. The article titled "Stolen Moments, Timeless Love" was about to recount the tale of two souls whose connection transcended the ticking hands of the clock.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri2 years ago in Fiction
In A Snowglobe
Things seem less important when I'm sitting in the hot water, watching snowflakes drift past. No word had been exchanged for just long enough for the silence to weigh heavily on us both. But, trying to pierce the shifting cloud to see what lay beyond, I felt strangely at peace.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
You Read What You Sow
A gardener surveyed his field and saw his crops languishing. His field was an open book, with what he had nourished and cultivated presenting as a library of sorts that held his life's work. But it had not rained for the longest time. He fretted.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
A New Home
The Conner family moved to Jarvis City at the start of the 2nd semester. Coming from Texas, the winters here were a bit harsher than what they were used to, but it wasn’t anything they couldn’t handle. At least Ron and Luary didn’t think so. Their youngest son wasn’t that convinced. He had a bad experience at a ski resort. That was the first time Bobby saw snow. To see the ground covered in it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. He ran right out into it with nothing more than a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. He’s heard of a snowball fight. But now he realized that snow could fight back. He was sick for 2 weeks. Ever since, he hated the snow. He had no idea what winter was like.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
Barbie In Winter Wonderland
Barbie was just hit by a snowball. “Who just threw the Snowball at me?” Barbie asked with a mischievous grin on her face. “I did, Barbie. What yah going to do about it? asked Olay the female version of Olaf the snowperson. She was taunting Barbie for a snowball fight.
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
My Snowy Valentine
February 14th, Valentine’s Day was the coldest day of the year. At least it felt that way for Rose. She imagined that Cupid was short by exactly one arrow, because the rest of the world was in love. She was tired of being single, but terrified of intimacy. The thought of going on a date made her sick to her stomach.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Fiction
