Short Story
On the Edge
Specks of dry snow scraped against her cheeks, their little arms like knives that stabbed every swollen pore exposed to the wind. She felt nothing. Standing in the cold she watched as the man in front of her walked off the edge. The scrape of his rubber soles were silenced by the deafening sounds of emptiness. She climbed atop the stone pilaster and stared at the footprints that once marked where the man had stood. The bevelled edges from his shoes began to disappear under the weight of new snow, burying what little trace was left of him. It was a grim reminder of what was already apparent to her, nothing matters when you are gone.
By Derrick L.3 years ago in Fiction
Fallout
Corporal Solis tightened his cracked leather belt with stiff fingers, the ragged material of his gloves interfering as if to aggravate him on purpose. He slid to the last notch, noticing it still felt loose. He picked up his backpack and rifle, and struggled to his feet.
By Daniela Alejandra3 years ago in Fiction
Paper Cuts
Darla's hands wrapped around the ceramic of the mug, warmed by the hot cocoa within. She took a sip and watched as the windows shrunk, snow piling up inch by inch around the cabin. She hadn't been here for years - since her and Derek had first started dating, desperate to catch a few blissful days of solitude away from their nosy roommates. Back when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. When the "I love you"s dripped from their lips unconsciously. When each others' idiosyncrasies were charming, not grating. As the night fell and the snow continued to, Darla switched her childhood beverage for an adult one. The wine warmed her insides and blurred the edges between reality and fantasy. She found herself enamoured by the snow, thinking darkly of the icicles that had formed around her heart. The tiny paper cuts that they had scarred into each other after 12 years - to the point she had no choice to put her heart on ice as an act of self-preservation. To survive. She couldn't pinpoint the moment she decided to venture into the depths of the night, but as she came to her senses and tried to navigate back to the cabin, she realised she was lost. After some time, she fell to the ground, defeated. Yet, when she came to, back at the cabin - warm, thawed; she felt whole again. And there he was - her saviour. Derek had brought her back to life.
By Renessa Norton3 years ago in Fiction
Something Left Behind
Iced coffee spilled into the cup holder as the car bounced along the dirt road, up to the house. The house he’d grown up in, but mostly forgotten. The memories began to appear in his mind, but he wasn’t nostalgic. He simply acknowledged them and filed them away with all the others.
By Dakota Smothers3 years ago in Fiction
