Microfiction

Snowman
It was that song. If it wasn’t for that stupid song, I would have never been in this situation. The moment it started playing, the song, and the idea, was stuck in my head. It just kept playing over and over again in my mind. It asked a very simple question and I had to respond. “Do you want to build a snowman?” The thing is, I did want to build a snowman. I really did. I know, I know. Now the song is stuck in your head too. Forgive me. I promise, it will go away. Eventually.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
Gathering Storm
The clouds gathered swiftly, and the rider stopped his horse to get a better look. He tilted his head back, and a harsh wind blasted them from the north. It continued to blow, and the clouds multiplied and darkened.
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Fiction
At The Very End
He stood in silence as the glow in the sky became brighter and brighter. Eventually he knew it would become as bright as the sun, and then, shortly thereafter, his world would end. Snow and ice blew around him in all directions. The way the light glinted off it gave the appearance that he stood amidst a swirling maelstrom of tiny diamonds. He thought it very beautiful and for a moment his spirits lifted, but then grim reality struck as he realized it would soon be gone. The snow, the ice, his friends, his family, his world, obliterated by the massive solar flare ray moving at the speed of light directly toward him and everything he knew. There was nothing to be done about it now, so he pulled his parka hood up over his cold ears, bowed his head down low as a shield against the blowing snow and freezing winds, and began to walk. Slowly, one step at a time, watching the snow collapse below each boot and seeing the deep impressions he left behind. It was already beginning to melt. Each footprint slowly began to fill with water, the frozen tundra upon which he walked was becoming a lake, and he would soon drown, or freeze, or perhaps boil to death depending on how quickly events transpired after the flare hit the outer atmosphere. The snow had turned to rain. The last thing he felt was a tear fall from his eye, or was it a raindrop.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Fiction
Big Bad Evil Guy Origin Story
An adventurer is one battle away from completing his noble quest. He has faced many trials throughout an ancient temple. He enters what appears to be a sacred altar. There are magnificent statues of celestial beings on either side of a staircase leading to a pedestal in the centre of the room with a large regal tapestry on the back wall depicting a ritual sacrifice. An ancient tome and a skull are resting on top of the altar.
By Jonathan Mirau3 years ago in Fiction
Ember's Requiem
Ember's consciousness wavered, caught between the ethereal beauty of the snowfall and her impending death. Dark, emerald eyes, hooded by crystallized lashes, blinked up at the languid dance of flurries. The woodland creatures, now displaced from their homes, fled in terror from the nearing, ravenous flames. Perhaps another human could have helped her. But Ember knew, as deep as the chill in her bones, that it was too late.
By Adrianna 3 years ago in Fiction
The Coach
“Coach, it’s forty below and snowing like crazy out there, and your team is suddenly red hot. You had a terrible start to the season and now you are certain to make the playoffs. How did you pull it off?”
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Fiction
Is Care love?
The three men wobbled through the streets. Their leader had just gotten out of the hospital. His internal organs had been bleeding, because of all his drinking. Yet a half a hour after his medical stay, he was with his friends and drinking again. It was snowing, but they ignored the pretty white flakes, and slick roads.
By Antoinette L Brey3 years ago in Fiction
Inauguration Day. Content Warning.
Not yet? Wait for it? Next year? And even an extra day, too, in February. Who can wait? No one to swear in on this January 20?
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
Karma's Snowfall
A snowstorm painted the streets in New York City like a pristine white blanket, breaking a 701-day snow drought. For Anton, the day had unfolded in a whirlwind. A crucial doctor's appointment loomed, with biopsy results hanging in the balance.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
The Painter's Muse
The snow fell in delicate flakes, turning the world into a canvas of white. A lone girl sat by the frozen pond, eyes lost in the silent beauty surrounding her. A small smile graced her face as she dipped her paintbrush into the vibrant colours, a stark contrast against the white backdrop.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Fiction
A Cat Called Chicken
It started when I brought this kitten home. I'm not a cat person, but I couldn't leave it there on the bus. It had hit the window awkwardly when the tramp woke with an unintelligible yell, pulled it out of an inside pocket, and tossed it aside.
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Blues
This is story 21 in the challenge set by L.C. Schäfer which you can read about here: Prompt number twenty-one: Christmas has moved on. Some people wish it was still here as without it, loneliness can come.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction