Short Story
A Life Journey
Once upon a time in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush green fields, there lived a young girl named Maya. From a young age, Maya was filled with an insatiable curiosity and an unquenchable thirst for adventure. She dreamt of a life beyond the horizon, beyond the familiarity of her quaint village.
By Tri Ferianto Hersusoko3 years ago in Fiction
A Little Dirt
Photo Credit: Judey Kalchik Every week, I've wanted to ask about the boots, but every week I chickened out. I clean houses. Mr. Peterson hired me a few months ago, after his wife moved into assisted living. He's pretty able-bodied for his age, but his wife insisted he bring someone in to do part of the housework. Mr. Peterson told me she doesn't want him to wear himself out. Experience tells me she doesn't want him to get too lonely.
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Fiction
Lonesome Road
Sarah stood at the top of the hill, waiting. For what, she didn’t know, maybe a sign from above. But there aren’t always signs to guide you in a tough decision: what is right and is possible aren’t always aligned. She thought about this while facing the two-lane highway. A lone car whooshed as it went by.
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Fiction
Courier to Paris
Courier to Paris D. A. Ratliff I leaned against a storefront, its awning shielding me from the heavy snowfall, my eyes glued to the antique bookshop across the street. In the warmly lit interior, an older man stood behind a counter talking to a younger woman. The man slipped three books into a kraft paper shopping bag and handed it to her. She nodded and left the shop.
By D. A. Ratliff3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Forest
The snow fell softly, like an array of small feathers engulfing the sounds of nature. The dense woodland was eerily quiet as River took her first step, sinking into the light, powdery snow. Peace encumbered her, and a wave of calm swept over the entire forest. Step after step, the woods swallowed her. If she hadn't a sense of direction, you could say she was lost. But she knew these woods, she's walked their paths many times. She was home.
By Kendra J. Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
Snow
I was flung from one side of the container to the next. My body banged against the thin nylon of the bag and crashed into some type of jar containing many fragrant beads. The throbbing in my head was only eased by remembering her smile as she ate those round pebbles. What was the term she called it? Coffee! Yes, that’s it, I thought triumphantly.
By Isabella Rose3 years ago in Fiction
A Midwinter Awakening
There is snow in my boots. My face stings from the cold, ears numb. My fingers are stiff, frigid even though they are gloved. I stuff them into my pockets to shield them from the wind. My steps are small, unsteady, as if my body refuses to respond to the below-freezing temperature.
By Marti Maley3 years ago in Fiction
Road In Snow
In the heart of Wisconsin's serene winter wonderland, the Hall residence concealed more than warmth and family gatherings. Mrs. Hall, the embodiment of mid-western hospitality, skillfully stirred a pot of simmering stew while sharing her strange encounter with Griffith. The scientist's presence was as mysterious as the snowy landscape outside their windows.
By Becky Allred3 years ago in Fiction
Lake Effect
Let me tell you a story. What I have to say is true. It happened just a few days ago. A mysterious cloud of dihydro-monoxide formed over the Atlantic Ocean not far from the coast of Florida. Carried by strong winds it moved North to colder climates. This caused the cloud to crystallize. The wind carried it westward over Lake Michigan, increasing its intensity. The now heavier cloud began to break apart. It dumped crystallized dihydro-monoxide on Chicago and its suburbs.
By David E. Perry3 years ago in Fiction
