Microfiction
Ski Weekend
The snow looked like whipped cream placed onto the trees, creating a hushed silence in the forest. The snow was knee-deep, yet the air was not frigid like yesterday, it was a perfect snow day. The sun glistened against the pale white ground creating a spectacle of sparkles. The beauty of nature was captivating, the only bad part was Sarah and Liam were in the ski resort unable to leave their rented cabin. Sarah stood by the window, and she held her steaming cup of mocha, her favorite. She still wore her snow pants and toque even though it was warm in the cabin. Liam, her brother was in the single lounge chair that the cabin had reading his book, while sipping on his Camomile tea.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Fiction
Afterglow. Top Story - January 2024.
The evening sun broke through the late summer clouds, slowly rousing me, but I did not open my eyes. For a moment longer. I wanted to linger in the happy fantasy that I would not be alone. That for once, she would still be there when I woke.
By Alexander McEvoy3 years ago in Fiction
The Triumph over Winter's Grasp
It was snowing heavily outside, and while most of her friends were reveling in wintery bliss, Samantha couldn't help but despise the cold. Everyone seemed so moved by the glistening powder, but she was not amused. She found herself longing for the warmth of spring and summer, but whenever she expressed this sentiment, she was met with reminders of the necessary cyclical nature of seasons.
By Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy173 years ago in Fiction
Vanished
I do not know the time or date when I was first misplaced, but I know where creativity occurs is my home— this is not it. The place of creativity is bright most of the day and dark at night. This place is only dark but not completely dark. I can observe the palace of creativity through a gap wide enough to slide through. If I had a voice, I would have called out or screamed; if I could independently move, I would have returned where I belong– but I have neither. Though I started counting the passage of time, the days and nights bled together. Every day, my hope of retrieval diminished until only my memories of the time before and the chill of this resting place remained.
By S.N. Evans3 years ago in Fiction
Barfi Shodi: You've Been Snowed
"Ali, I will give you this. You must run fast. Faster than ever in your life, before the snowflakes melt. Please don't get caught..." Joyously dancing in the snowfall, Jamshed hands Ali the enclosed envelope, made out of quick paper, stuffed with a fistful of snow. Jamshed returns inside, closes the door and watches Ali pacing through snowflakes. Within minutes Ali is running so fast toward the closed door and a crowd of young boys chasing him. Jamsheed rushes to open the gate and closes the door on the face of the panting young faces.
By Parwana Fayyaz3 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat3 years ago in Fiction
