Microfiction

Snow Trek
The snow came the night before, dumping 5 inches of snow with temperatures that would freeze anybody in an instant. But not him, not this guy, out into the snow he marched, dressed in shorts and a shirt & not much else.
By Timothy E Jones2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Business
Water drops cascaded off his boot. He sniffled. A wad of cash stuffed in his coat unraveled on the floor like falling leaves. He scraped up each one and started counting. Six hundred dollars. The sniffles came again.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Fiction
The Greatest Escape
A rich hush empties my mind as I traverse the snow-fallen landscape. While this gift seeps into the crevices of my deepest anxieties, I inhale sharply through my nose and exhale through my mouth, catalyzing the calming effects with icy breath. I walk briskly. The cold keeps pace but doesn’t bother me. A scene like this is my tabula rasa; the sins I mean to outrun mean nothing here. Acting as both sanctuary and confessor, the only danger I face in this forest is from myself. It’s the trees that understand that I didn’t have a choice. The ground assures me I’m still a good person. The wind whispers soft promises never to let someone hurt me again.
By kp2 years ago in Fiction
Cloud Services
Hello. Please let me introduce myself. You might not know who I am. My name is Caspian Nimbus. I'm the newly elected CEO of Cloud Services. I’ve been with the company for 15 years. For the majority of that time, I was in a small cubical in the Accumulation Department. My many suggestions must have got me noticed by the big boss. Old Thunderhead himself.
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Fiction
The Stag in the Forest
In a world blanketed by a hushed, pristine white, a solitary figure treaded softly through the snow. The woods, a tapestry of muted hues, whispered secrets in the stillness. Each step was a gentle imprint on the untouched canvas of winter.
By J.B. Rage2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Day
Muted street sounds from outside Dr. Ari Stein's brownstone and Eva's long hair tickling his hairless naked body woke him. Leaving the warmth of their bed he pushed the window curtains back. He howled with delight at the dancing snowflakes and the steady accumulation of crystalline art. Two identical flakes stuck to the glass to document his handiwork.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Fiction
The song of the Cardinal
The snowy landscape stretched out before her, a canvas of white beauty. The silence of the landscape enveloped her, calming her mind. She had come here to escape. Every step she took left an imprint in the snow, marking her presence as she walked. She reveled in the ruggedness of the terrain, the untamed wildness of nature. It was a contrast to her own life.
By Sara C2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Walk. Top Story - January 2024.
I pull tight on the straps of my snowshoes and stomp my feet upon the fresh fallen snow. With spear in hand, I begin my journey, and for the first time in a long while, I am at peace.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
Ski Weekend
The snow looked like whipped cream placed onto the trees, creating a hushed silence in the forest. The snow was knee-deep, yet the air was not frigid like yesterday, it was a perfect snow day. The sun glistened against the pale white ground creating a spectacle of sparkles. The beauty of nature was captivating, the only bad part was Sarah and Liam were in the ski resort unable to leave their rented cabin. Sarah stood by the window, and she held her steaming cup of mocha, her favorite. She still wore her snow pants and toque even though it was warm in the cabin. Liam, her brother was in the single lounge chair that the cabin had reading his book, while sipping on his Camomile tea.
By Ada Zuba2 years ago in Fiction
One More Game. Content Warning.
The hot icicle of betrayal when she found out he'd been cheating (again) had never gone away. She'd just got used to it. Her insides had rearranged painfully around it.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Afterglow. Top Story - January 2024.
The evening sun broke through the late summer clouds, slowly rousing me, but I did not open my eyes. For a moment longer. I wanted to linger in the happy fantasy that I would not be alone. That for once, she would still be there when I woke.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
A New World
* Pondering decisions bringing me here to this moment, by dint of ice-capped eyes. Wide open, peering motionless through a prodigious kaleidoscope.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction