Microfiction

'Whose woods these are...'
It hit me, light snowfall underfoot, white, wooded air. Each snowflake is unique. How? Each a collection of one-D strings, each vibrating at its own frequency, each string responding uniquely to the Sound (the Logos). Why can't we see them? They're just one dimensional. No width, no thickness. How long are they? God alone knows. Every possible, imaginable length and more? Consciousness ensouls all, down to each string, which wants to further creativity, because of the Sound. Consciousness is the only cause. Each string impelled to vibrate.
By Paul A. Merkley3 years ago in Fiction
The Mother
Why doesn't she flame? Why doesn't she take back her baby and burn me to a crisp, and the whole forest with me? Her enormous black snout inched through the circle, from her world to ours. Her long neck snaked behind it. The obsidian bulk of her beyond that blocked any view I might have had of the world where dragons live.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Nope
It's five o'clock in the morning! And you want to go out? Seriously? It's snowing outside and minus two degrees, it is warm in here, just lie down and go back to sleep. If you are hungry there is kibble in your dish and there is water in your bowl, I'm going back to sleep.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Lily's Glow: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Empowerment
There was a village lying hidden amidst the rolling hills and in the peaceful woods, where once lived a wayward young girl named Lily. Lily was a person with a good heart and curious, always seeking ways of how become better and better and how to make this world better. Something in her personality had a special radiance to it, an alluring glow which attracted others around her.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction
The Misplaced Locket
I used to be a treasure so well-loved and once symbolized love and dedication. The mold was also determined to be a delicate, perfumed lock, decorated with elaborate engravings and encrusted with diamonds in a tiny size. Let my chain of gold once adorned the neck of a lovely maid whose sweet prize was me, above all other treasures on this earth. Now, unfortunately, I am in a rational polyhedron, far from my homeland, being lost and forgotten by people.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Storm
Prompt number thirty-four: Inspired by the Snow Micro Challenge *** A diagonal spread of snowflakes created an opaque sheet of white cold and old Olwen was unable to see anything through it.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Real Snow Day
Charlotte glanced out the window at the snowflakes piling up under the night sky. She had just finished reading a story to her nephew's boy, Arthur, and tucked him into bed. He drifted to sleep as the snow blanketed the lawn. Charlotte was staying at her nephew Joe's house while Joe and his wife Lauren drove to a distant city for a conference on climate change.
By Julia Schulz3 years ago in Fiction
Snowful Sorrow. Content Warning.
The snow crunched under Howard’s boots, each step sinking into the white carpet blanketing the earth. Flurries danced in the air, swirling around him like confetti on New Year's Eve. The dense fog enveloped his senses, obscuring the world beyond his immediate surroundings, muffling the distant echoes of life.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Fiction
Snowfall
No one stopped or tried to intervene at the sound of my small screams. Not because the snow dampened the sounds of the struggle, although it did, but because such was the brutality of the city. People hustled by, wrapped in their coats, insulating themselves from the cold and from the chaos of their surroundings and from each other. They went on hurried feet, churning the crystalline snowfall in their path to grey slush, and each in the crowd more isolated than they could be alone in the wilderness of the tundra.
By Emma Swan3 years ago in Fiction
Snowcat to the Rescue
Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Don’t ever think it doesn’t snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldn’t see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Olympus in snow
Zeus, the lord of the sky, had seen fit to demonstrate that his power wasn't merely destructive. The lightning bolt he carried on him at all times was a weapon, he had used it to start wars, he had also used it to stop them.
By Liam Storm3 years ago in Fiction
Solemn Blankets. Top Story - February 2024.
Cushioned dust in hues of glacial blue and artic white sprawl the hillside. Each roll mimicking that of small children tucked in warm comforters. The bench, hardly used, stuck out of the landscape like an Ancient Wonder lost in modernization. Mossy green eyes stared at the expanse, yet no rolling swells were in sight. I can’t. I CAN'T DO THIS! You never, NEVER consider me! You quit your job to move to another position with less pay. The decision? Made by yourself. Uproot our life to move two states over? Who made that decision? Oh! I know, it was you. All. By. YOURSELF! Every lie you tell yourself is that you're doing this for us! You're a coward. The only thing you continue to do is run. Run from your own misery because you are inept! Blistering cold gnawed at exposed skin, drying already malnourished flesh. Crystalized water, unique shards of careless ice dance, shadowing each word like text graphics. Lovely for extra points; pathetic and cruel in romantic notions. Burning chills cut through layers, a red hot iron faced against cheap copy paper. Tinkering chimes ride the winds, taunting with reminders of alto growls. Low and feral like a cornered animal. Ill-tempered winds linger, transporting bitter remorse like stars crossing the Milky Way. Come spring, when snowfall nourishes the ground, memories will sprout. Distant stories will be prominent as the headstones rise like tulips. Each carving a grotesque reminder. Words spoken are not easily returned from erroneous speech like melted snow.
By Bianca Hubbard3 years ago in Fiction