Microfiction

All of the Colors. Top Story - January 2024.
The body that lay outside was blue. The inside of the cabin was blue as well. Not literally blue, of course. Standard log cabin, brown, with a lit fireplace. Half empty bottle on a wooden table. But the room felt blue.
By Dakota Smothers2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake. Content Warning.
I don't know who made this or thought it was a good idea to build it in these snowy wastes. They told me it contained secrets and it would show me unimagined treasures and I believed every word they said, some people are very persuasive.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
The Carolina's
When we were in the Carolinas, can you see all of the snow and ice? Well, no, you can't as there wasn't much. However, the roads were closed all over the place. Too slick, too much snow to go anywhere.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Fiction
Snowy Tales
The snow fell relentlessly, each flake a frozen memory settling on the desolation around me. I sought refuge in this isolated cabin, hoping the quiet would drown out the cacophony in my mind. But the snow had a different plan, turning serenity into a sinister stage.
By Kel2 years ago in Fiction
Fox
Desolate. The landscape stretched. Blank and unwavering. He squinted at the bright expanse. He hated it here. He felt banished, guilty of something. Perhaps he was.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Tattooed Man
L.C. Schäfer is challenging herself and others to write a story every day in 2024. You can read about that here: I rather stupidly decided to join her.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
Yeti. Content Warning.
I’d pushed my luck. I knew I had the moment I climbed the last ledge before the top of the snow-covered mountain. The wind was a full-force gale, blowing the snow like pieces of sand in a sandstorm. It had steadily been getting stronger and louder the closer I got to the tip of Mount Muenster.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
Gleann A' bhàis Ghil
The sunlight bounced off the frigid landscape, far beyond where eyes could see. "The White Death" surrounded the campsite like the wings of a fallen angel, stretched around their scantily built log cabin.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Fiction
Let it snow!
A great snow fell upon the tiny cabin in the valley. For three days it fell, covering even the large evergreen trees in a coat of snow. Then finally, as midnight approached, the storm broke and the clouds moved away, and the full silvery moon reflected the sun's light into the dark valley below, illuminating the snow like it was midday to the people housed inside the cabin.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake
Today is the day I'll be going up to the mountains. I close my eyes and begin to imagine. I pretend to grab it in my hands. But in my mind its texture feels like sand.
By AGB2 years ago in Fiction
Regal Romp in the Icy Playground
The glacier temperatures were in the low 20s. The air was crisp and clean, with the scent of evergreen pine trees perfuming my surroundings. Playing hide-and-seek with my treasured blue rubber ball was a fun time. As Timmy launched the rubber toy into the winter sky, I watched my toy arch over the snow drifts and bury itself into the oblivion of the wet white blanket.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
When I Died
First of all, I died. When I was alive, I thought of death, as you do, as the end of things. That when mine came, it would be the end of me.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction