Microfiction
Snow Doesn't Discriminate
As the snow fell hard and the wind blew, Lorna lay there, motionless, as naked as the day she was born. Though, older, wrinklier and with more sagging than she'd care to admit to anyone. Not that that mattered anymore. As she lay motionless and the snow covered her, encasing her body, her pale skinned modesty was quickly protected. It didn't take long to cover her 5 foot frame.
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow in My Bedroom Window. Top Story - February 2024. Content Warning.
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
By Marysol Ramos3 years ago in Fiction
Gina's Ghost. Top Story - January 2024.
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 Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
Dashing through the snow
“Dashing through the snow” is not as comfortable as it sounds. It was on my bucket list, so we decided to try it out. We called a local place that took people on sleigh rides, and the price was right. The ground, however, did not contain “a drifted bank.” It was white, but that’s about it.
By Barb Dukeman3 years ago in Fiction
The Day Hell Froze Over
You may think that Hell is a metaphorical place, in the mystical realm, or part of a silly little phrase like “Oh, go to Hell”. I'm here to tell you that Hell does exist, it is for real; it's a place here on Earth in the middle of the great lakes.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Stolen Moments, Timeless Love
In the quaint town of Everwood, where cobblestone streets echoed with the footsteps of those navigating the passage of time, a love story unfolded in the most unexpected of places. The article titled "Stolen Moments, Timeless Love" was about to recount the tale of two souls whose connection transcended the ticking hands of the clock.
By FATIGUN Abayomi Adeyeri3 years ago in Fiction
In A Snowglobe
Things seem less important when I'm sitting in the hot water, watching snowflakes drift past. No word had been exchanged for just long enough for the silence to weigh heavily on us both. But, trying to pierce the shifting cloud to see what lay beyond, I felt strangely at peace.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
