Microfiction

Fox
Desolate. The landscape stretched. Blank and unwavering. He squinted at the bright expanse. He hated it here. He felt banished, guilty of something. Perhaps he was.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
The Tattooed Man
L.C. Schäfer is challenging herself and others to write a story every day in 2024. You can read about that here: I rather stupidly decided to join her.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Yeti. Content Warning.
I’d pushed my luck. I knew I had the moment I climbed the last ledge before the top of the snow-covered mountain. The wind was a full-force gale, blowing the snow like pieces of sand in a sandstorm. It had steadily been getting stronger and louder the closer I got to the tip of Mount Muenster.
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Fiction
Gleann A' bhàis Ghil
The sunlight bounced off the frigid landscape, far beyond where eyes could see. "The White Death" surrounded the campsite like the wings of a fallen angel, stretched around their scantily built log cabin.
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Fiction
Let it snow!
A great snow fell upon the tiny cabin in the valley. For three days it fell, covering even the large evergreen trees in a coat of snow. Then finally, as midnight approached, the storm broke and the clouds moved away, and the full silvery moon reflected the sun's light into the dark valley below, illuminating the snow like it was midday to the people housed inside the cabin.
By Timothy E Jones3 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake
Today is the day I'll be going up to the mountains. I close my eyes and begin to imagine. I pretend to grab it in my hands. But in my mind its texture feels like sand.
By AGB3 years ago in Fiction
Regal Romp in the Icy Playground
The glacier temperatures were in the low 20s. The air was crisp and clean, with the scent of evergreen pine trees perfuming my surroundings. Playing hide-and-seek with my treasured blue rubber ball was a fun time. As Timmy launched the rubber toy into the winter sky, I watched my toy arch over the snow drifts and bury itself into the oblivion of the wet white blanket.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Fiction
When I Died
First of all, I died. When I was alive, I thought of death, as you do, as the end of things. That when mine came, it would be the end of me.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Immersion for the soul
“5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” And I’m in. The cold overtakes me. A gasping breath is pushed out of my lungs, arms stinging, legs flailing. The rock I am sitting on is digging into my lower back, which I cannot feel anymore. Who knew water could stab you so efficiently? A million pinpricks skim along my skin, my nerves screaming and shouting. Where have my toes gone? I feel how white they are, drained of essential blood rushing back to preserve my vital organs.
By Emmy B3 years ago in Fiction
The night stalker
Nathalie sat staring out the window as the snowflakes danced back and forth in the late November wind. How can they not sense her turmoil, her disappointment that Elizabeth Brighton, owner of Brighton Books had cancelled their meeting again, this was the third one this month. Nath had already written two books and had barely made enough to pay her bills.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
SNOWBOUND
A thick, swirling crystal cloud billows up behind the semi rapidly approaching on the desolate narrow, snowy Arctic road. I grip the wheel harder, prepping for the icy blast.
By Jon H. Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Moving House
Microfiction madness January continues! And we're just getting started! L.C. Schäfer is to blame. You can find the origins of this idea here:
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction