Fantasy
Territory
We had delayed this meeting for long enough. Once a year, there was a get-together of all the concerned parties to discuss what was to be done with this bare patch of astral space. Recently, there were intrusions from mankind, but we were still in charge. We would decide what to do with our special place.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
Snowman. Second Place in Snow Micro Challenge.
The boy sculpted a man from the New Snow. A snowman. His lonely tears fell against the frost, a smear of blood from his bruises, the salt of his sweat, and warm breath that summoned life from the barren landscape, as frantic flakes swirled down around them. He wrapped his scarf around the stoic standing figure, tenderly as though this simple visage were his elder brother, and ardently wished for the company of a true friend. A floating spirit, who'd long been lost within a cracked lake's frigid waters, whose essence had become one with the winter season, he encountered this vessel crafted by the boy and found it to be a fine resemblance of his former self, a suitable resting place for his soul. Boy, spirit, and winter's magic coincided in that moment. The snowman shed a tear in tune with the lonely boy's sadness, and a small pearl of ice dropped onto the boy's head. His cold hands, like those of a corpse returned to waking, unfolded and hugged the boy with a comfort the child had never before known. "I am with you now" the young man whispered to the little magician. "I will protect you, and take you away from this place, to wherever you want to go." The boy looked up, amazed that his desperate dream had come true. He remembered then, the stories told of shaping a wish from the first snowfall. And now he believed in his heart that anything could be possible.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary in Snow
The snow appeared more gray than white. The shadow of trees and the twisting thorns didn’t help. Icicles hung from branches and thorns like jewelry. It would have been a beautiful sight, if only I had not seen the foliage beside the road and blocking my path ever since I had lost my footing along with the trail. Like creepers, the vines seemed to coil closer. Some had even formed a wall like structure as high as my ankle. Stepping over them was easy enough but I had grown weary from the ominous thorns.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Fiction
With You I Melt
The sun breached the clouds early that morning. Yesterday bore wild flurries, uncharacteristic of March. Thick, wet flakes blanketed the ground and stole silence deep into compacted earth, a whole foot deep. The usually sleepy street rang with the cries of children, squealing with delight as they sledded down the one hill. The Creator, not possessing a sled, had worked with singular concentration gracing her young brow, working the snow into spheres.
By Kate Kastelberg 3 years ago in Fiction
Elder Song of Snow
Atop a well-known mountain there stood a cabin, its isolation from the world, seemingly lonely. Yet its friends were the bizarre forest down the mountain to the west, fresh blankets of snow that powdered up the slopes to its east, and a trail that led north and south, they were tamed but freezing to speak to.
By Gary Lougheed3 years ago in Fiction
Beyond Beauty
Once upon a time, in a quaint village, there lived a woman named Julie. Her beauty was renowned throughout the land, captivating the hearts of all who beheld her. Yet, behind her enchanting facade lurked a seed of pride, which grew within her heart like a relentless weed.
By Miracle Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of Destiny. Content Warning.
Amidst the rolling hills and serene valleys, nestled like a jewel in nature's embrace, lay Tatama Village. Its beauty was matched only by the warmth of its people, especially Mr. Oko and Mrs. Tari, a couple whose love radiated through their humble abode. Despite their modest means, their hearts brimmed with contentment, shared among their three cherished daughters.
By Miracle Solomon3 years ago in Fiction
