Microfiction
What If Your Bones Go Missing?
Hey, imagine if your skull, femur, and rib cage decided to take a vacation, leaving you boneless. Welcome to the world of a skeleton-less you! So, your bones do more than just keep you standing tall; they're like the MVPs of your body, producing blood cells, fats, and minerals. But what if we yank them all out, from your noggin to your toes? Poof! You're now a human jellyfish.
By Eniola Bello3 years ago in Fiction
Winter’s Icing
Well here I am. Just a little kid reveling in the last day of winter. It is also not lost to me that on this final day of winter we were given a snow day. Though it is cloudy and the fluffy white snow is still here, in a matter of minutes the clouds will fade away and the sun will be out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sun and the heat, it’s actually my favorite time of the year, but there’s just something about the snow that I’ll always have a soft spot for.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake
Yes, Snowflake is my name and I’m proud of it. It’s a name that describes my pure white crystalline color. When people think of me, they think of my intricate design and the way I gently float from the clouds above. Did you know that none of my kind are exactly alike? We are billions, and every one of us is unique. Unlike humans, we will never have a twin. I’m also delicate. It only takes a ripple of air or a puff of your breath to send me soaring away. Maybe it’s because of my unassuming countenance that you find it so easy to defame me.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Fiction
Be Still
I slipped my arm from underneath him, his eyes lay heavy, deeply asleep. Grabbing my coat and shoes, I sneak out the door, intentionally avoiding the hassle of waking him. His house though lacking basic human needs of furniture, was still warm, warmer than the 10 inches of fresh snow that greeted me at the door. The time was well past midnight, yet the sky appeared anything but dark as the falling snow bounced off the orange in the street lights. I have always loved the night, but standing there, canvassed by layers of white all around, while only you stand in the street, was pure magic. The cold was crisp, the air in my lungs releasing a misty cloud every breath. It was quiet, but not in a eerie way, it was peaceful. Every step crunched beneath my boot as I was creating a path that had never been formed. Cars covered in the mornings future hassle, chilling ice melting into the inch between my boots and pants. I was forming a cool sweat with every step, as I trecked back toward my dorm. My eyes mesmerized by the white lit sky in the depth of the night. The fernlike stellar dendrite flakes flow down effortlessly as they join the white canvas that surrounds me, My eyes grew weary and fingers bacame numb, yet I wanted to stand still, be still in this moment. A moment where nothing moves, nothing speaks, Where the delicate descending snow meets the street.
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Fiction
Victoria's Mannequin
In the heart of the city, amidst the glittering lights and bustling streets, stood the exclusive boutique of the renowned clothing designer, Victoria Blackwell. Her creations were worn by the elite, and her name echoed through fashion circles like an enchanting melody. Yet, within the walls of her opulent studio, a chilling secret lurked.
By WanderingZombie3 years ago in Fiction
The Painted Forest
In the quiet town of Ravenswood, nestled between ancient woods and fog-covered hills, lived a young girl named Emily. Emily was known for her exceptional talent in painting. The hallways of her home were covered in many different places and subjects, some of them being recognizable by the townspeople. Her favorite subject at the time was a mysterious forest that lay on the outskirts of town, shrouded in legends and whispered tales. One day, Emily created a painting that was different from the rest - a hauntingly beautiful depiction of the very forest that inspired her.
By WanderingZombie3 years ago in Fiction
Avalanche
It all began innocently enough at the top of the snow-covered mountain; two guys were racing around on their snowmobiles having a good old time racing around randomly. But neither driver saw the sign: LOOSE SNOW, OFF LIMITS. They roared their way along the edge, daring their fate with their leaps and turns. But the vibration of the engines vibrated their way through the loose snow, and by the time the snow began to slide, they had already gone.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Opportunity Attacks
The cabin that Joyce and Dylan Rand were spending their vacation residing in was in a snow-covered atmosphere, but it was bliss to both of them. As Dylan returned to their vacation home, he again gushed over the setting and thanked his wife for choosing such an amazing place to celebrate their 30 years together. "I absolutely love this place," said Dylan. "Thanks so much for suggesting it." "It's the perfect place," replied Joyce. As the couple held hands, Dylan noticed that Joyce's right hand was bandaged. "What happened?" "Oh, it was just a scratch," chuckled Joyce. "Say, could you open the curtains for me?" "Sure, hon," Dylan replied as he walked towards the living room window and opened the curtains. A full moon appeared in the night sky, and while Dylan enjoyed the sight, Joyce removed the bandages from her right hand, which was suddenly clawed and covered with hair. Joyce sprouted more hair on her face, and gave a fang-filled sneer at her husband. "Beautiful, isn't it?" asked Dylan. "Yes," Joyce said with a sinister snarl, "absolutely perfect!" The villainous wolf woman lunged at Dylan and mauled him to death, fulfilling a murderous plot that began after she caught Dylan with another woman. Joyce was bitten by a wolf on that same day, and after her first transformation that night, she realized that she had the power to enact a vicious revenge against Dylan. "Happy anniversary," the evil Joyce snarled before unleashing a sadistic howl at the moon.
By Clyde E. Dawkins3 years ago in Fiction
