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#77: Snow Day

It’s deep into winter where I live and here that means one thing: snow, and plenty of it.

While I’m not the biggest fan, even I will admit that it makes great writing weather. There’s just something cozy about curling up with a blanket and a cup of tea, and losing yourself in the world of your imagination as flakes drift slowly past your window.

We won’t all be writing under those conditions this week, but we can still evoke that feeling. So grab yourself a mug of something warm, snuggle up with your laptop, and dream of the bite of winter wind on your cheeks…

This week's prompts

Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.

Fluff – 130 stories

Start your story with someone looking out at the snow, and end it with them stepping tentatively onto a frozen surface.

Winter – 233 stories

Write about someone who gets stuck in their workplace during a blizzard and decides to explore rooms they aren’t normally allowed in.

Winter – 162 stories

Write a story set in the summer, when suddenly it starts to snow.

Summer – 159 stories

Set your story in a remote winter cabin with no electricity, internet, or phone service.

Winter – 246 stories

Stories

“Freaky Friday” by Roth Sassin (inactive)

Submitted to Contest #77

It was Friday, and I sunbathed next to the pool, where Maria and Chloe were splashing around. "Come join us!" Chloe calls, then spits a stream of water into the air. "You've tanned enough. Come on!" I groan and drag myself out of the chair. I carefully dip my feet into the chilly water and almost immediately pull them back. "Too cold." Before I can go back to sunbathing, Eva runs up to me, pushing me into the water, giggling the whole time. The icy water shocks me, but I manage to doggy paddle to the ladder. "Not funny guys." W...

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“the back room” by Hannah S

Submitted to Contest #77

The day it happened was blurry, but what i do remember is the moment that me and Rhea realised that we probably had to spend the night at the office, my car was snowed in and i always gave Rhea a ride home when we worked overtime. Rhea was my friend, we were both just part timers at that school; we helped with basic things like filing and printing. That school had a complicated filing system so we were only allowed to handle the basics like the co curriculums and mostly just punched holes and printed documents. We tried to walk through the s...

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“Stuck at school.” by Damian Nowacki

Submitted to Contest #77

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! James's Aralm clock was beeping. "ugh..." Gumbled James as he Turned it off. "come down for breakfast!" Shouted Mum. James didn't even move. "It's Pancakes!" James was downstairs in a flash. "Ha! that alwayse works!" laughed Mum as she put pancake's on James' Plate. james Poured some hot fudge over his. He ate it in less than you can say 'pancakes' and Rushed out of the house, ready for the school bus. The Bus arrived, James Jumped into it and Rode off, starting the Day in a happy sort of way. "why you're So happy then?" As...

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“Winter Solstice Rhyme and Riddle ” by Mary LaForge

Submitted to Contest #77

Believing that she was on her way to Geraldine's, the Summer warmth on Sheila's sixteen-year-old shoulder felt safe as she walked the half-block from house to house. Instead, Death pulled up in a very nice car. HandsomeBoy peered out her way, and spoke. Before she knew it, it was Winter. THE SETUP HandsomeBoy was duly approved by this teen Sheila's elders, though they had never met him before. Sheila must have embellished how lovely of a boy he was. Sheila did this despite her being a mostly shy girl. Sheila's insecurities were sho...

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“Winter” by Lyddia Rose

Submitted to Contest #77

Peering out my window after shutting off my alarm, I can tell that there is at least three more inches of snow on the ground. There was six to begin with; so now, there is almost a foot. I tear my eyes away from the window before I can start admiring everything about the winter wonderland outside. I get dressed for the day, pulling on my warmest clothes, preparing for the inevitable freezing air. There is a fire going downstairs, but I don't have time to sit there. I scarf down a hot breakfast and grab my backpack from the chair next to me, ...

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“The Covered Sky” by Catherine Hill

Submitted to Contest #77

“Fiona! Ginny! Come now, I have sandwiches!” Lauren called out to her two children, who were squatted down at the edge of the ocean, catching the lapping waves into their buckets. All morning they were shouting about the imagined mermaids and sharks and octopuses that made their way into their little plastic buckets. Ginny would pretend to wrench them from the bucket and throw them back into the ocean and Fiona would run back to about the halfway point between the water and her parents to inform them...

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“Across the Street” by Teresa Beirão

Submitted to Contest #77

I’m not usually nice nor happy in the morning. Today, a cold morning that was expected to be hot, I feel even worse. The warm breeze that usually rises forgot to show up and what I see through the window seems to be anything but a summer day. It's cold, too cold. I could swear I saw a snowflake, but it’s too early to make swears. I hear an alarm ringing, followed by a creaking of the bed in the next room and a squeak of enthusiasm, which announces the end of my moment and gets my day starting. Clara woke up.“Good morning! Are you s...

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“Hopscotch on Ice” by Caroline White

Submitted to Contest #77

“Be careful,” my mom called. “Don’t worry,” I joked, “We won’t!” I grabbed Amelia’s hand and dashed out the door towards our hideout. I’m Luke Peterson. Me and my eight-year old sister, Amelia, built a hideout by the lake four years ago. She was three at the time and I was eight. Every winter, the lake freezes over and we watch the snow over the woods behind the lake. But the year when I was twelve and Amelia was seven… Well, let's just say that was different. Amelia slid her hat over her practically frozen ears. “It’s c-c-cold,” she said, t...

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“A Frozen Life” by Jennifer Hansley

Submitted to Contest #77

Philip Bartholomew hated his last name. He hated this 5,500 square foot home, and he hated his job. Mostly though, he just hated this snow. The great, fluffy flakes rained from above, creating a winter wonderland. Children dreamed of this weather. Not him. He did not like kids either. Why did everyone have to be walking around, singing Jingle Bells simply because it snowed? Christmas was a month in the past, thank goodness. Philip did not think he could have handl...

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“Stubborn” by Sjan Evardsson

Submitted to Contest #77

What good is it being stubborn if you don’t keep trying? Alik stared at the cabin in the center of the clearing, her snowshoe tracks trailing back three miles through the sparse alpine forest to the road. She knew how this would probably end, but she had to try. She checked the device on her wrist, and watched it count down the seconds before she began moving again.The sky was darkening with clouds as she crossed to the cabin. It always seemed larger from the outside. The deep covered porch welcomed her, and she removed the snowshoes and let...

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“Snow Dreams” by Gerald Daniels

Submitted to Contest #77

SNOW DREAMS January. The year one week old. Devilish winter day, spindrift circling madly about the courtyard, last season's perennial stems bent under a weight of snow. Fiona sitting in her chair staring out at the scene, stockinged legs outstretched on a woodpi...

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“Sophocles, Sleet, and Serendipity” by Avery Garcia

Submitted to Contest #77

The automobile that had hit Fern was still in the same spot it had been in for the last six months, a hulking, crippled beast with rusty mange and spiderweb scars cracked into its once-ferocious eyes. Still and scabbed, it sat, not quite slumbering among the other steel skeletons and burnt-out frames but rather caught in a cold, glassy state of pension. I could just barely make it out from behind the green quilt of pine trees at the end of the wheat field. Marcus always had the better eye for it. Fern always used to talk about the magic of ...

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“Grounded” by Izzy Bavaro

Submitted to Contest #77

Margo stares out her plane window as a bitter storm scatters snow around the runways like dry sand across a desert plain. Just my luck, Margo groans as she looks out at the weather knowing it won't let up soon. The weatherman really got it wrong this time, she thinks to herself while imagining the starry night that was supposed to illuminate the sky that night. Her flight boarded just before the storm rolled in, stopping the plane—and her plans—dead in their tracks. Everyone on-board the plane has been complaining and calling the flight atte...

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“First Snow” by Morgan Elbert

Submitted to Contest #77

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing else we can do at this point,” the doctor’s voice rang in Selene’s ears. She turned her head away, looking out at the falling snow that drifted, oh so delicately, swimming about in the air. Her eyes burned and her throat tightened. It wasn’t unexpected, what the doctor said, but it wasn’t what she had hoped to hear. She focused harder on the snow. Two large flakes drifted down together, touching at their edges, breaking apart as they struck the iron light down below. “Mis...

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“I Feel So Inclined” by Laurie Curtis Larmon

Submitted to Contest #77

Mildred sat in her favorite chair by the window. In her lap was the afghan she had been crocheting for the last two months. She held it up and examined her progress. It was for her niece’s birthday in March – plenty of time to get it finished. Outside the window, a male and a female cardinal vied with an angry chickadee over the sunflower seeds in the feeder. The bright sun on the snow was blinding and made her eyes hurt. She went back to her crocheting. Her husband, Harold, had been outside puttering around in the shed. He suddenly burst t...

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Title: Burying David

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