Microfiction
The Triumph over Winter's Grasp
It was snowing heavily outside, and while most of her friends were reveling in wintery bliss, Samantha couldn't help but despise the cold. Everyone seemed so moved by the glistening powder, but she was not amused. She found herself longing for the warmth of spring and summer, but whenever she expressed this sentiment, she was met with reminders of the necessary cyclical nature of seasons.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy172 years ago in Fiction
Vanished
I do not know the time or date when I was first misplaced, but I know where creativity occurs is my home— this is not it. The place of creativity is bright most of the day and dark at night. This place is only dark but not completely dark. I can observe the palace of creativity through a gap wide enough to slide through. If I had a voice, I would have called out or screamed; if I could independently move, I would have returned where I belong– but I have neither. Though I started counting the passage of time, the days and nights bled together. Every day, my hope of retrieval diminished until only my memories of the time before and the chill of this resting place remained.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Barfi Shodi: You've Been Snowed
"Ali, I will give you this. You must run fast. Faster than ever in your life, before the snowflakes melt. Please don't get caught..." Joyously dancing in the snowfall, Jamshed hands Ali the enclosed envelope, made out of quick paper, stuffed with a fistful of snow. Jamshed returns inside, closes the door and watches Ali pacing through snowflakes. Within minutes Ali is running so fast toward the closed door and a crowd of young boys chasing him. Jamsheed rushes to open the gate and closes the door on the face of the panting young faces.
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
Just Cold, Wet, & White
They had been warned. Schools closed early because the roads would be icy for days. The South didn't get much wintry wizardry like this one was expected to be. The talk of the town was "snow days." All the parents who weren't picking their kids up were at the grocery stores stocking up on snacks, getting bread and milk, and thinking ahead for items like toilet paper and candles should the lights go out.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
