Short Story
The Snowman and Me
I sat watching the snowman melt through my window. Every day, I checked to see if he was still there, holding fast. Today, his hat had fallen crooked. His middle torso drooped like sagging shoulders, but his eyes remained firm. His stare resonated through me. I couldn’t help but feel connected somehow, but I couldn’t place the feeling. The glass fogged, and I wiped the mist with my palm for one blurry last look. It’s much warmer indoors, but I couldn’t help but feel like maybe we were both melting. It feels like that sometimes. No matter how much you try to remain strong and steady, the world melts it all away.
By Simon George3 years ago in Fiction
Misplaced. Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge.
Your hand just missed me. I thought you'd keep coming as you thumbed your way across the titles on your bookshelves. From the edge of the pages I could see you pausing at your favorite story (The Stand, of course it would be The Stand), and then grabbing up the Thesaurus and Dictionary to send to the thrift store.
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Fiction
白・Shiro
The snow wrapped around my knees like a firm brace. The blindingly bright sky and the alabaster tips of the trees blended together like the flavors of grandma’s home cooked stew. Thick pine wood trunks burst from the dense snowpack - the only evidence of the forest. A raging white wind, nigh strong enough to be a blizzard, howled like a banshee through thin openings between the trees.
By Aidan Comstock3 years ago in Fiction
The Perfect Stick
Ellie pounced first. The puppy stand-off was rounding its third dramatic minute, and Ellie couldn’t take anymore suspense. Lunging low, Ellie was able to scoop the three foot tree branch from the snow, kicking up excess chunks of soft ice in Lucy’s face as she happily hopped in the opposite direction. Lucy instantly felt disrespected, so she acted on instinct and chased after Ellie until she was able to get her incisors securely latched onto the opposite end of the icey branch.
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Fiction
Crown Orders
The 603 was late. I didn’t blame them one bit. The sudden, unexpected winter snow had played havoc with everything. But I’d made it. The train pulled up to the station and slowed down, and I scanned the driveways to the station, looking for a dark green Land Rover.
By Kenneth Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
Women Who Finds Peace
A widowed woman called Evelyn lives in a charming hamlet surrounded by flowing streams and rolling hills. Like the pages of a well-worn book, her life was filled with tales of love, joy, and deep grief. After her lover and confidante husband passed away, she found herself yearning for a peace of mind that seemed unattainable in a chaotic world.
By Faisal Karim3 years ago in Fiction
"THE LETTER FROM THE BEYOND". Content Warning.
This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real people is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas and their granddaughters. Peace to all. To all my relations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Fiction
