Short Story
Snow. Top Story - February 2024.
I open the front door sitting on the stoop, pulling my blanket tighter around my shoulders. Cupping my steamy mug in my hands, pondering. I can smell it in the air, the crisp, frosty humidity. It's different from the sticky wetness you feel in the summer and the dry prickling breeze of the temperate desert winters. This cold seeps into your bones, you feel the steam in your nose and the dampness in your boots.
By Aliceandra3 years ago in Fiction
Territory
We had delayed this meeting for long enough. Once a year, there was a get-together of all the concerned parties to discuss what was to be done with this bare patch of astral space. Recently, there were intrusions from mankind, but we were still in charge. We would decide what to do with our special place.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Fiction
My Dear Father
I’m Dr. Philip, and my life has recently taken an unexpected and depressing turn. I got a call from the hospital that my father had been in a fatal car crash. They’d ask me to identify the body, but everything in the car was turned to cinders and ashes.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Snowman. Second Place in Snow Micro Challenge.
The boy sculpted a man from the New Snow. A snowman. His lonely tears fell against the frost, a smear of blood from his bruises, the salt of his sweat, and warm breath that summoned life from the barren landscape, as frantic flakes swirled down around them. He wrapped his scarf around the stoic standing figure, tenderly as though this simple visage were his elder brother, and ardently wished for the company of a true friend. A floating spirit, who'd long been lost within a cracked lake's frigid waters, whose essence had become one with the winter season, he encountered this vessel crafted by the boy and found it to be a fine resemblance of his former self, a suitable resting place for his soul. Boy, spirit, and winter's magic coincided in that moment. The snowman shed a tear in tune with the lonely boy's sadness, and a small pearl of ice dropped onto the boy's head. His cold hands, like those of a corpse returned to waking, unfolded and hugged the boy with a comfort the child had never before known. "I am with you now" the young man whispered to the little magician. "I will protect you, and take you away from this place, to wherever you want to go." The boy looked up, amazed that his desperate dream had come true. He remembered then, the stories told of shaping a wish from the first snowfall. And now he believed in his heart that anything could be possible.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
Quetzal
Andrea was a vision. Bundled up tight by a viridian coat, a turmeric-yellow scarf trailed after her. Her chili-pepper beanie was rivaled by the blossoming red of her own cheeks blushing against a crisp wind. Earthy mauve mittens clung to her hands. She waved to me, a vibrant quetzal floating atop an endless sea of ice.
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Fiction
Sanctuary in Snow
The snow appeared more gray than white. The shadow of trees and the twisting thorns didn’t help. Icicles hung from branches and thorns like jewelry. It would have been a beautiful sight, if only I had not seen the foliage beside the road and blocking my path ever since I had lost my footing along with the trail. Like creepers, the vines seemed to coil closer. Some had even formed a wall like structure as high as my ankle. Stepping over them was easy enough but I had grown weary from the ominous thorns.
By Shelby R Perez3 years ago in Fiction
