Stream of Consciousness

Seattle snow
Seattle when it snows, is a major cause of concern for many. The dreaded four-letter word that arrives in winter causes people's veins to freeze and hairs on their forearms to stand on end as they slowly turn their eyes towards the sky, watching the first one, the second one, and then suddenly, a multitude of snowflakes whirring towards the ground. The pine trees and fir trees and the maple trees that are still naked without their leaves, slowly catching but quickly building up volume of snow as the tiny little flakes cling onto each other and welcome each other in a cold embrace, sitting on top of the tree branches, waiting.
By Just Daniel2 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Whispers
Departing Mount St. Francis, easing into the lefthanded turn as I passed through the gated entrance, an ethereal sensation overwhelms me. A very personal moment. No witness. No audience. Everything I see, feel, and hear right now is exclusively mine.
By Ramie Lewis2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Forgiveness
In the small beach town of Safe House's Edge, where the sea murmured secrets to the shore, lived Lily and Noah, two spirits wrapped in a reverence as deep as the sea, but damaged by a past shadowed by misunderstanding and pain.
By James Dorcas2 years ago in Fiction
Loud Speech
In the city of brave people, where the streets were crowded and noisy, there was a man named Samuel. He didn't speak often, but when he did, people paid attention. Samuel's son, David, admired his father's courage to speak out against unfairness, especially in court.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
No Land Weeps for Thee. Top Story - February 2024.
The ice provides in this old land. Each morning, I sit on the porch I built overlooking the water. Today, icicles cling for dear life to the gutters while their friends, the snow mounds, hang on the white birch branches.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Streaming through the desert
“Is this even the way?”, says the man. “Of course!”, I shout over my shoulder as I adjust my pack. It was lie, I have absolutely no idea where the hell we were, I’m no orienteerer. Orienteering-er? Orenteerer? One who orienteers.
By L.Clabrough2 years ago in Fiction
Blanket of White
Embers of white were delicately making their way down leaving tiny puddles behind. As I blinked, my face now damp from the very small and peculiar pieces of... clouds? Examining the miniscule particles, I realized how intricate and unique they were. A variety of patterns making up their structure, difficult to distinguish, as they quickly vanished into small droplets inside my palm. Slowly, rising from the ground, I soaked in the scene before me. All around, a canvas of white; a cumulation of all these tiny white flecks embraced the surface they came to rest on. Kneeling, I pressed my hand on the surface of the white cloak before me, feeling an instant chill as I pressed down, leaving a print. Filled with awe, I stared at the graceful descent of these magnificent fragments of mystery. Where did they come from? What were they? As I observed my surroundings, I tried to recall how I had landed here. I squinted as I tried to spot something, anything in the distance. All I could see, was infinite white. All I could hear, was emptiness. A deafening void. A bare canvas, left in a deserted space. I was the only flaw to this depiction. An intruder to this peaceful landscape. I was taken aback, as I felt a wave of tranquility wash over me. Laying back down, I questioned, if I made myself small and quiet enough, perhaps I'd be able to blend into this harmonious masterpiece... Merge into this blanket of white.
By Meagan2 years ago in Fiction
Who I Am?
In the middle of a busy market, where there were many people and lots of noise, Marcus walked confidently. His steps were strong, but inside, he felt heavy because people looked at him strangely and whispered about him.
By M.Fiaz2 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Dreams!
It seemed as though the very fabric of his aspirations were unraveling before his eyes, slipping away like grains of sand through the cracks of his fingers. His mind, once an arsenal of clarity and purpose, now seemed a tempest of conflicting thoughts, each one vying for dominance over the other. Regrets mixed with hopes of a brighter future, swirling together in a tumultuous dance that left him feeling adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
By Tevin Milla Ogutu2 years ago in Fiction
Harmony in Haven: The Symphony of Hearts
In the small town of Haven, nestled between the gentle embrace of the mountains and the rushing waves of a nearby lake, the idea of community was not just a principle but the heart of its existence. Here, in this tranquil setting, Julia, a young architect whose vision goes far beyond blueprints, and Michael, a passionate community organizer, discovered that love can actually be the foundation for something truly transformative.
By James Dorcas2 years ago in Fiction
**Title: The Tale of the Snow Rabbit**
**Title: The Tale of the Snow Rabbit** In the serene mountains of ancient China, where winter painted the landscape in blankets of snow, there lived a lonely rabbit named Hua. Hua was small and timid, with fur as white as the snow itself.
By olymoolla2 years ago in Fiction
Wolf's Bane
The moon howler is not hungry; she seeks her pack. Snow tracks lead in circles under Luna's full embrace. Round and round, she circles, waiting for a familiar presence, but loneliness prevails. To no avail, she switches her matted tail, swatting the poisoning of Winter's bluster that insists on entangling her spirit.
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Fiction