Young Adult
Couple Goals
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was close to minus five degrees and the thought of being packed inside a toasty sardine can in fifteen minutes, excited me. We had to leave earlier than usual due to the threat of another sweep of snowstorms blowing through. Once we inside, I'm making a date with my pillow. Can't imagine what my partner feels like, hunched over the wheel, deprived of caffeine, even though his last drop was just a shy of ten minutes ago.
By Jerome Smith-Pula4 years ago in Fiction
Now We Are Free
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. As new immigrants in the United States of America from a small island where the season is always spring, we were eager to experience snow for the first time. Our introduction to snow was about an hour before we made it to the cabin as we started to climb the mountain with our rental car. The terrain was not new as we searched for images of such terrains on the internet and also obsessively looked at the photos of the Airbnb link the host uploaded. We pulled to the side of the road, excitedly ran out of the car. I wanted to touch the snow but he wanted to taste it. So he let his tongue out with his head held high up towards the sky waiting for a snowflake to drop as I went straight into the ground and in a rush grabbed some snow. Of course it was cold, and he said the snow was tasteless, but we still wanted to live our movie magic moment. It was magical at first, but then it was cold and all bubbly and giggly we ran back to our car. We were surprised that none of us slipped as we ran in the mush and the snow.
By Arsal Asal4 years ago in Fiction
WEEK 49
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." The trees and their branches bend downward with an inch of pure white snow. As the wind lifts and twirls the snowflakes around, we watch nature's aerial ballet. Standing close to the road, a buck and doe freeze in a natural pose. Gossamer pink and blue clouds float above with the sun beginning to set behind us.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Fiction
The First Time And The Last
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. With the passenger seat window slightly jarred, emerald green leaves and whistling water cocooned my senses as the Land Rover climbed over the pent-up snow. My sleepiness quickly dissipated, I sat up tall and pressed my face as close to the windscreen as possible – in keen anticipation for my first encounter with snow. This wet, burning, cold substance had become a soon-to-be-ticked-off bucket list item.
By Amelia Michels4 years ago in Fiction
The Prince & The Warlock
The Prince & The Warlock Once upon a time there was a young 16-year-old prince named Ryuga of the kingdom of Zerapha. One day the prince was doing some training in order to become a knight. After months of tutelage. Ryuga’s master, Sir Ivan, assigned him to gather an eagle feather, a piece of quartz and a wolf pelt in order to complete his training and become a full fledged Knight of Zerapha. The eager prince wasted no time mounting his horse Silver and setting off on his quest to find the three items. Ryuga encountered a vicious Timberwolf bent on eating him and Silver while prowling through the woods. The prince fiercely fought off the animal with his sword and shield although he received a few claw marks on his knee and left arm. However, Ryuga slayed the powerful wolf with a strong slash to its heart, and skinned the beast’s grayish-white fur pelt. After gaining an Eagle feather from climbing the highest tree in the forest. Ryuga struggled to find the quartz that would complete his test until he found some men harshly beating a man tied to a tree. So tell us where you hid the vault keys, fool! Easy there mate this guy is unpredictable; isn't that right Voren? The tied-up man made a cocky smile and said, then you should know better than to do something stupid like this.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Fiction
