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Steps Forward
Drifting on the air, the snowflakes do not feel cold when they land on my cheeks and melt like tears. The wind is what bites into me. I covered my face with my thick scarf and pulled my wool hat down to my eyes, but it does not protect from the icy wind. I am determined, I have to make it, I made a promise to myself. My boots sink into the ever deepening drifts, and find slick purchase on the stones beneath.
By Megan Russ2 years ago in Fiction
Every Day Something New
Eggs are runny again. Damn it. I did exactly as I remember her doing it— cracking them one at a time into a bowl; only she never needed to fish out any broken bits or worry someone was going to eat it and rage because they scratched, dented, or otherwise broke themself on an eggshell.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Fiction
A Tooth For A Tooth
Counterclockwise, then clockwise, my fingers move. It's all about feeling. Closing my eyes always helps. "Not too much longer, Mrs. Dolores."
By Ali SP2 years ago in Fiction
Gina's Ghost
Sleep eludes me. It has wholly forsaken me. I wander through these halls all night looking for that which is lost. I look in the darkest corners and cannot find what I misplaced. But it cannot be located, for it is hidden too well. There is a cold chill that I cannot displace, no matter how many fires I pace in front of.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
The Ceremony
“Let the joyous festivities begin!” Wild applause rang up and down the valley as the Observants unfurled their banners and told the Supplicants where they could dance and sing. The Cleaners were right in front of both groups to make sure no damage was done to the wide expanse of nature in front of them. And at least they had a beautiful day for it.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
Clip Clop
In the old days, it was different. Whether you had a horse or not, and whether you liked them or not... If you heard clip-clop on the street, some inner child prompted you to go to the window. You'd look out with some small satisfaction.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
All of the Colors
The body that lay outside was blue. The inside of the cabin was blue as well. Not literally blue, of course. Standard log cabin, brown, with a lit fireplace. Half empty bottle on a wooden table. But the room felt blue.
By Dakota Smothers2 years ago in Fiction
Exhalation
Dying, for me, was a beautiful experience. I know that sounds crazy, blasphemous even, to describe such a tragic thing, a viscerally sad thing, in such a dissonant way. You might wonder if I was depressed. And truly, I wasn’t. In the end, despite everything, I was stupidly happy. Still, if I was being completely and truly honest, dying, the actual act of it, the process of letting go… that part. That part was bliss.
By L Mincola2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Walk
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
Afterglow
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
Silver Mornings
Wings formed a leathery tent above her head. The combined heat of three massive bodies had melted the snow and the seat of her britches was wet. Rowyn sighed and sullenly pushed her way out from her cove of dragon breath. The world was washed anew in white. The evergreens wore a fresh dress that drifted in fluffy mounds to the ground, rich as velvet and just as soft. The morning light could not pierce the retreating storm clouds, instead diffusing into a gentle silver; so gentle that no shadows could find purchase, slipping and scattering into the gray under the trees.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Fiction
The Grey Snow
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