In the heart of a snow-covered forest, where the world was swallowed by an endless winter, Aria wandered alone. The snowflakes fell softly around her, creating a hushed silence that wrapped her in a cocoon of tranquility.
With each step, she left behind a trail of footprints, marking her solitary journey through the pristine landscape.
As she walked, Aria's thoughts drifted to the world that lay beyond the icy wilderness—a world ravaged by chaos and despair. But here, among the frozen trees and glittering snow, she found solace. It seemed the winter had cleansed the earth, washing away all traces of the past.
Suddenly, a glimmer caught Aria's eye—a flash of color in the monochrome landscape. Intrigued, she followed the trail until she stumbled upon a hidden grove where the snow had melted away to reveal a patch of vibrant flowers blooming beneath the icy surface.
Aria knelt down. Her fingers brushed against the delicate petals.
At that moment, she felt a flicker of hope stir within her heart—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, beauty still existed, waiting to be discovered.
Aria gathered a handful of flowers, cradling them gently in her hands as she walked away.
She continued her journey through the snowy forest, as Aria carried the memory of the hidden grove. It was a beacon of light in a world consumed by darkness and now, she vowed to keep searching for moments of beauty, for in them, she found the strength to go on.
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer with a BA in Arts & Humanities (specialism Creative Writing), studying for an MA in Creative Writing, writes poetry and fictional short stories. The author of Time to Run, The Island of Love, Darkness, and The Non-Human.
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Comments (6)
This was so magical and wonderful! Loved your story!
I like the optimism of this.
Beautifully written story showing a forest of snow in a dark horrid world. A good short read.
I can see a picture in my head when I am reading. The snow wipes away everything. Good story and lovely pictures.
Interesting short fiction.
A wonderful emotional story.