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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 – 231 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 – 245 stories

Stories

White Memories

Submitted to Contest #77

Dread is crawling down my spine as my eyes are glued to the window. The last time I saw snow was when I died, sixteen years ago. Who would have thought, that such a mesmerising day would turn into the most agonising one of my life? Not me… I still, to this day remember how it felt; taking that cold and crisp breath for the last time. As the seconds were passing it was less and less cold, the warmth was taking over my body. It sounds strange I have to admit. Usually, as you are dying you would feel cold because the heart starts beating slower...

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Do you remember?

Submitted to Contest #77

I watch the snow come swirling down, and, as I watch, I think and I remember.  I remember you, Bubs. I remember everything we did together. I’m not ever going to forget. Never. It was snowing the day you died. Do you remember? It was snowing the day we met. Do you remember? I know I do. Right now, I’m replaying that day, 23 years ago, 7th January. I remember you walking, you slipping, you smiling.  Me, smiling back. Me, waving, then walking.  Your cheeks started to redden. At the time, I hoped it was happiness, but ...

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Regrets, Hallucinations, and a Winter Cabin

Submitted to Contest #77

Your life is filled with regrets now. You are now stuck in a remote winter cabin, with no electricity, no internet, no phone service, no food, no water, no people to talk to. Just you and the winter cabin, strangled in the middle of the woods. Trying to survive. Now you wish that you never listened to that fake poster. But, you can't blame yourself. You needed money anyway. You needed to help your mother to be healthier. You had no money to do the operation for her. So you thought that the poster was your only chance of earning som...

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Realistic Fiction

Shortlisted for Contest #77 ⭐️

The window was drafty. It needed to be replaced, and I could feel the cold chill of December seeping into the apartment. As if on cue, I heard the heat click on, roiling through the baseboards.           I pulled my husband’s old gray hoodie tighter around my body. On me, the sweatshirt was hugely oversized, more like wearing a blankety dress than a zip up hoodie. But it was warm and thick and it reminded me that he was still here, if not literally here right at this moment, but that he’...

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Espoir

Submitted to Contest #77

The totems coruscate with the tints of amethyst, ruby, canary and emerald and a lot more that the spectrum of colours can expand to. Every colour is ablaze with emotions and tells the stories of not happy families and evergreen love stories, but tales of traumatic memories and catastrophic plot twists that are discarded and wished to wash away with the azure tides of the sea that recede and fade away, never to splash its feet on withering rocks and giggling children. Fauna hands a claret totem over to a customer that wishes his charcoal...

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In my Heart

Submitted to Contest #77

 "I can't believe it mother, after seven years, we're finally going sledding again. It reminds me of him." Ruby set up her board, ready to go downhill. She glanced at her mother who was also doing the same.  "Me too, Ruby, me too." she nodded as she held the board. ✵✵✵ 8 years ago... Ruby held on to her mother's hand. She was scared. The young girl didn't know what was happening to her father. This was their 20th doctor visit in just one year! She was getting very scared, and tense about her father's terrible condition. She was ...

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Testing the Limits

Submitted to Contest #77

I looked out over the sparkling snowy valley and watched as two deer bounded across it. It was as if they said Hey, want to go bound in the snow today? I took a deep breath of fresh mountain air and turned to go do what I came to do. Ice skate. It was a sport that I loved and nearly thrived on. The forest was all around me, a new layer of snow tested the branches’ weight limit. I sat on a worn log that many before me also used as a seat. I took off my brown hiking boots with white lining and pulled on my skates before my feet froze in my hol...

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Breezy Winter Vacation

Submitted to Contest #77

Here we go again... staying in the same old, dusty, creepy looking cabin. No Heat, No Electricity, and No Wifi, which sucks! so this is the only place we can stay in, while we have a cold, boring winter vacation. Mom always says that I cant use my phone nor play Video Games while we're on winter vacation. We have to spend time together as a family. There's nothing to do... I'm starving right now and we have just enough food that will last less than a week. We were going to stay here for five days, but the stay had to increase because a blizz...

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Lights

Submitted to Contest #77

Ⅰ. Picture Alaskan snow and meteors that drop like baseless promises and dissolve away like morning kisses. The sky is indigo and crooked, leaning right into tomorrow, and Raphaela is tracing cold hearts of ice into the windowpane with her nails. Not the romantic ones shaped like clovers that rip into tissue paper halves, but the human hearts that quiver and bleed and only last a fragile lifetime.The stars are falling, but Raphaela isn’t wishing. She’s praying. While looking past the white expanse, her arms snake across her chest, biting in...

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Sole

Submitted to Contest #77

I took a Red Eye to San Francisco. The plane balanced on a navy sky and for a second I thought I was above the stars. The flickers of arrowhead lights were below me and as the clouds licked the sunrise, I saw the city. No stars, just twinkling city lights.  Half of the buildings were already drenched in gold and smudged gray. It was breathtaking to see an entire city half-asleep, rubbing the flocks of aging seagulls under its eyes. The streetlights blinked out like Morse code messages into the shadows and the plane directed its nose tow...

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On the Run

Submitted to Contest #77

Author’s note: Personally, I feel this story would have been better with a few thousand more words, but that’s the word count limit for you. Everything here is completely fictional! And PLEASEEE critique it (I don’t mind how harsh or to-the-point it is, as long as it is constructive)The coldness of the snow stung my feet as I plodded through the icy ground. My feet sunk into the soft snow of the once green hinterlands of Tasmania. Chilling wind bit against my cheeks, blowing with full force. A coat of dense fog clouded the landscape ahe...

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The Shocking Arrival

Submitted to Contest #77

I see the world go by without me. I see each ball of snow drop from the roof of my house. I tilt my head to see the icicles form on my roof. I shiver again. The dripping of the wet snow is one of the most relaxing sounds I have ever heard in my life.Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop!It's the same old people going around and about for the same errands. Mr. Charles is hanging on to his coat for dear life as he is shoveling the snow from his backyard. I continue to stare again from plain sight. I sneak on them like it's nobody's business.I note ...

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Khione's snowy surprise (Part 3 of next gen)

Submitted to Contest #77

Cleo had fallen asleep a few hours ago and was halfway off the bed and wasn't even covered by a blanket. "Jeez, how does she sleep like that?" Ace asked while peaking through the window. Gray shoved Ace away from the window so that he could look inside, Harper was behind the two of them and rolled her eyes a bit. "Nevermind that, how could she sleep in that position?" She awkwardly coughed to get the two's attention. "Alright stop it, we just have to wake her up and show her what's going on. What if it all goes away before she wakes up?"...

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Heart of Ice, Soul of Fire

Submitted to Contest #77

Two specks traveled across a sea of white. Two, one dark and one light, together they moved through a horizon of snow. Two girls ran for their lives. Before, a wall of red blocked their way. Behind, a wave of scarlet swiftly closed in. Around, the jaws of crimson slowly tightened. Nearing the barrier, the two girls skidded to a stop. The first was a girl of dark black hair and seemingly similar colored eyes. Raven her name, demon by fame. Slightly cowering behind was Alynthi, hair the color of pale gold and icy blue eyes. Together they gaspe...

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Geostorm

Submitted to Contest #77

So this is based on the movie I watched 1 month ago, called Geostorm. I tried to make it look like I wasn’t copying. It’s just based on the movie. If you haven’t seen it, you totally should. This story is based on the first parts of the movie, where military troops start to investigate a frozen village in Afghanistan. I hope you enjoy and please comment if you think I should write part 2. Everyone was warned, but no one listened. A rise in temperature, ocean patterns changed and ice caps melted. They called it extreme weather. They didn't ...

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