Microfiction

Teeth
She had one thumb over the road and the other between her teeth, picking at an apple seed, when he pulled over. She had nothing but her dad’s old army jacket to keep her from the cold, so she got in quick, leaving nothing but her breath out behind her. He offered a hot meal. She said she hadn’t eaten, took that quick too. There were no diners for miles and the next rest stop was three exits down. Don’t worry, he said. I live just ‘round here.
By G2 years ago in Fiction
The White Death
The sky is dark grey, with the white snow raining down. It lands on the ground, and rises up. High to the knee, which is difficult to walk on foot. The wind blows, harden soft skin beneath thick layers of clothes. The fog clouds the surrounding, only seeing the blankness and emptiness of the element. Some are foolish to challenge what’s known as the White Death.
By Bass Man Eddie2 years ago in Fiction
Ceasefire. Content Warning.
Red apples spill across the icy road. My grandmother wheezes, lying on her back next to the canvas tote. The fruit is too far for her limp fingers to touch.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
A Chance Encounter
There I was, in line at some Kwik-Mart off of I-40 when a ghost from my past came walking in. A little heavier, maybe a few wrinkles, but otherwise looking like he stepped out of 1989. As he walked toward the drink cooler, our eyes met briefly.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Fiction
The Grey Snow. Top Story - January 2024.
She told me, just before passing away : ''Only once you'll see the grey snow dancing just for you, will you know I am truly gone.''
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Fiction
The Sparrow
Oh, little one, I am so sorry. I knew the hunters were airborne when I refilled the feeder, but I didn't know the local hawk was using me as its personal duck blind.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Fiction
Fluffy Protection
As she drove slowly through the snowfall, Willow realized that she didn’t like snow anymore. When she was a kid, she thought she would never get tired of the pretty white flakes but now, when she was an adult and had to go to work regardless, Willow didn’t like it. It made the roads slippery and since Willow wasn’t the most confident driver, that alone made her more anxious. And she didn’t even have the benefit of playing in it.
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Fiction
5. Final chapter. Bear. Revenge
My pain now forgotten, replaced only by the murdering intentions of vengeance and revenge, I too ran as if the devil himself were chasing me.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Fiction
there's music out there. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Have you heard the snow? Drank its waters from the ice hole four feet deep? There’s clarity to this element, gentleness in feather-falling flakes that drift effortlessly.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
Oh The Weather is Frightful
Outside, there was a blustering snowstorm going on. So strong that there had been no way of seeing outside clearly. Probably around to a foot or maybe two outside. If I were to guess. I do know that there’s enough to make the sidewalk invisible. Along with the street that I currently reside on.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Fiction
Hope In The Cold: Winter Pursuit
It was a frigidly cold morning as I picked up my emergency backpack and pulled out my cross-country skis. I called out to Jasper, my chocolate brown labradoodle, to get a move on. Time was not on our side. The previous night's arctic blasts and snowstorms would complicate this search.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
The Snowrows’ Adventure
“Where are we going?” Mrs. Snowrow asked, struggling to keep up with her husband. They had no legs and Mr. Snowrow was much better at gliding on the snow using his oar.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Fiction