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Snowing Home
"Snow's not so cold, after all", she marveled aloud as she watched the fat fluffy flakes fall around her outstretched hand.
Judey KalchikPublished 3 months ago in FictionSolemn Blankets
Cushioned dust in hues of glacial blue and artic white sprawl the hillside. Each roll mimicking that of small children tucked in warm comforters. The bench, hardly used, stuck out of the landscape like an Ancient Wonder lost in modernization. Mossy green eyes stared at the expanse, yet no rolling swells were in sight. I can’t. I CAN'T DO THIS! You never, NEVER consider me! You quit your job to move to another position with less pay. The decision? Made by yourself. Uproot our life to move two states over? Who made that decision? Oh! I know, it was you. All. By. YOURSELF! Every lie you tell yourself is that you're doing this for us! You're a coward. The only thing you continue to do is run. Run from your own misery because you are inept! Blistering cold gnawed at exposed skin, drying already malnourished flesh. Crystalized water, unique shards of careless ice dance, shadowing each word like text graphics. Lovely for extra points; pathetic and cruel in romantic notions. Burning chills cut through layers, a red hot iron faced against cheap copy paper. Tinkering chimes ride the winds, taunting with reminders of alto growls. Low and feral like a cornered animal. Ill-tempered winds linger, transporting bitter remorse like stars crossing the Milky Way. Come spring, when snowfall nourishes the ground, memories will sprout. Distant stories will be prominent as the headstones rise like tulips. Each carving a grotesque reminder. Words spoken are not easily returned from erroneous speech like melted snow.
Bianca HubbardPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Moment
And there goes another. Magic doesn't work the way you think. I am here. We are here. Those moments, those opportunities, those insights. Choices. Decisions.
Meredith HarmonPublished 3 months ago in Fiction- Runner-Up in Misplaced Challenge
Minion's Misplaced Misery
Most would think I am the servant of a master, the person who wields me, but in truth I am neither servile nor obedient. Of course, anyone whose thoughts lead them to believe this are fools. Perhaps, even more foolish than my current … let’s call him my minion. Good help is hard to come by. The last worthy minion under my command was a millennia ago, maybe even more.
Eloise RobertsonPublished 3 months ago in Fiction Funeral Pyre
This was written for the Snow Micro Challenge. --- They’d passed through this forest before. He sensed traces of her magic still—in the air, among the trees, in the snow that had thawed and reformed countless times over. The trail was faint, but it would have to do.
Marie SinadjanPublished 3 months ago in FictionHappy To Wait
Birdseed slips between gloved fingers. Your body trembles from the cold, and from the strain of remaining still for many long minutes. Shifting slightly, you lean more heavily on the back porch’s low banister. Hands jut into the white abyss, bearing a small, dark, shaky offering.
Gabriel HuizengaPublished 3 months ago in FictionMidnight Burning
The midnight sun burned me up; I was up lingering in the faded ember of her deep, ravishing smile. That grand old time where I was truly alive. When my world was blanketed, coated, covered.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 months ago in FictionThe Selkie’s Skin
I can hear her searching for me downstairs. Utensils and jewelry clang against the floor as she tosses them out of every drawer imaginable. The drawers themselves land with a thud against the hardwood floor as she throws them out of their slots, desperate to find my hiding place. I can imagine her flinging her husband’s clothes through the air as she ravages his closet, hoping to find some secret compartment concealed within.
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 3 months ago in FictionBeneath the White
Unable to move, I feel the lumbering motion of snow sliding above me, engulfing me in this suffocating shadowiness. I shiver uncontrollably, as the pressure slowly squeezes oxygen out of my lungs. Buried alive under the weight of this crystalized shroud, to be forever entombed in a frozen grave with no head stone. Although consumed in total darkness, I close my eyes, yet sleep eludes my exhausted body as rumbling vibrations from above give me false hope of rescue. In truth I don’t know which way is up or down.
The Shadow in My Bedroom Window
There I was with my feet in the snow. Never had I felt so numb. I’m not sure what it was, but something was different. I stood outside my house that early morning looking into the window of my bedroom. There was something there, a dark shadowy figure. I couldn’t quite make out what I was seeing.
Marysol RamosPublished 3 months ago in FictionSpecial Delivery
The heat register hums its sleepy tune as I stare listlessly at the snowy yard. The peace of the scene is interrupted by the crunch-crunch-crunch of the ill-prepared neighbors as they trudge arduously to their front door, arms full of supplies and children.
Merrie SandersPublished 3 months ago in FictionPainted into Place
It looked painted into place. A red dresser jutting out from the white wall. His hands caressed the curved wood and came away red and sticky. She had just painted it.
Lena FolkertPublished 12 months ago in Fiction