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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

“Away from Home” by Peter Alexander James

Submitted to Contest #77

The old wooden cabin bathed in a warm golden glow after Tim lit the last candle. The frosty blue light from the heavily falling snow outside was held at bay by the warm radiance coming from the candlelight and the crackling fireplace. A smile stretched over Tim’s lips only to be wiped away by Penelope pouring another glass of wine in the kitchen. As Tim walked over to the cupboard, he was about to say something, but swallowed it for the peace to continue. She emptied her glass and brought a steaming pot to the small wooden table in the middl...

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“Tamarack” by Scott Skinner

Submitted to Contest #77

Leona was overwhelmed by the realization that Miller might have set the whole thing up on purpose. She thought that he was too coy about the episode and that he must have known what was going to happen. Ken’s head rested on her lap as she replayed the evening and saw every intention in Miller’s actions like fresh paw prints in white snow. She sat against the corner of the log cabin, not too far from the fire, on the floor. Ken laid on his side in the fetal position. He smelled like vomit, it seeped through the pores on his sunken face like t...

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“The Snow Hill” by Aldair Quiroz

Submitted to Contest #77

Snow Hill stood at the top of a small snow mountain side, with a large slope that many people dreamed of sliding down on. The land was private property though, as it belonged to the Jones family. It was once a Christmas getaway home, but now, the times of jolly and merry were gone, now left with a stoic sheet sowed with a melancholy yarn. Ben had arrived the prior day to Snow Hill, a cabin left to his brother and him after their passing. The odds of them two getting terminal cancer at the exact same time still amazed him. His luggage sat in...

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“Stuck in the Middle With You” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #77

“Do you remember when we used to do this all the time?” “Yeh, don’t remember why we stopped.” “We got old. We started to act the way we believed we were supposed to. Our dreams became a reality, and I think we just got scared.” She’s probably right. We used to do a lot of things we don’t do anymore. I don’t know if its that we got old, or that we got old, because we stopped doing things we used to do. We have a tendency I think to believe our own stories, our own lies, our own expectations, and if we do this or that...

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“Plastic Runners” by Talia Foley

Submitted to Contest #77

Mark leaned against the windowsill and looked out at the snow. “Remember when we used to like the snow?” he asked, thinking about how he was going to have to shovel the driveway, and half turning around to look at Sara, who was knitting in the cushioned rocking chair. “I remember,” she said, smiling with only her eyes, “but what I remember is that you liked the snow, and I spent a lot of cold afternoons with snow down my coat wondering why anyone had invented sledding, or skiing, or snowball fights, or...

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“Alice's Last Ride” by Beth Elliott

Submitted to Contest #77

Alice could feel the cold in her bones today. Her rather old bones, she thought bitterly to herself as she slowly made her way from her small bedroom to her even smaller kitchen to put on some hot water. From her kitchen window, Alice could see nothing but a wide expanse of white snow in the morning light. It was still falling quickly from the sky, blanketing the fields around her small farmhouse in a thick, quiet layer of winter. Alice had always loved the snow when she was young; even now, she thought back on fond memories of racing...

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“Infinite Youth” by Rachel Small

Submitted to Contest #77

Cold had seeped into Aimee’s boots hours ago, her feet an aching mess. She regretted settling for the pair of insubstantial ankle socks instead of the warm, wool pair in storage; it was the first snow of the year and recently, Aimee had been lazy. She’d wanted nothing less than to root through bins of clothes for a single pair of socks, and so, here she was: cold. Aimee scrunched her toes, wincing, then turned to trudge up the hill she’d flown down only moments before. Although her feet felt like ice blocks, beneath her heavy jacket and snow...

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“Dashing Through the Snow” by Amanda Stuntz

Submitted to Contest #77

Sun glistened off the white snow forcing Jenn to put on her sunglasses. Hard-packed snow crunched under her boots as she trudged up to the top of the hill, pulling a sled behind her. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” “What are you talking about? You are the one who said you missed sledding.” Dan stomped along behind her, dragging his own sled up the hill effortlessly. “Yes, but that didn’t mean I wanted to actually go sledding again. We aren’t little kids anymore, you know.” She stopped for a minute to catch her breath. The h...

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“Ice Queen” by Carole Cobos

Submitted to Contest #77

They called her Ice Queen. The nickname had to do with two key aspects, her personality and her skill as a hockey player. Her younger sister, Taylor, was the one who came up with her nickname.She had called her that after Alex had rejected the guy who was attempting to ask her out. “W-will you go to the movies with me?”She dabbed the sweat off her neck with her towel, “Do I know you?”He looks familiar.“I-I’m- no, I guess not. I’m in your class. Anatomy.”Ah! Yes, she knew him. He just looked different without his dorky glasses and ...

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“"SLEDDING"” by Kip Packard

Submitted to Contest #77

"Come on, man. It'll be fun." "I don't know, dude. I haven't been sledding in five years." "It's going to be a great night Beau." "Do you know how many trees we could have planted with the money we're spending on sledding?" "We've already got plenty of trees here." "You're sure it's going to snow tonight? And Jordan's not going to just bail on us?" "Yeah, man. He just texted. He's riding a blizzard to us as we speak." "Well, that's comforting. Though, I still feel a little nervous about sledding, Shane. I haven't gone sledding ...

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“Just this once...” by Niyyah R. Haqq

Submitted to Contest #77

Wednesday “Mom, please, just this once.” Katie pleaded into the line. “I’m perfectly happy here. In my bedroom. I don’t need to go out socializing.” “I heard you haven’t been to any activities for weeks. They have arthritis yoga, gardening...” “I don’t have arthritis!” Mary interrupted, gripping the phone tighter. Katie sighed, and her mother waited for the tears that always followed when her oldest was frustrated, but pleased that they didn’t work on her like they did on her late husband. “I can’t be social ev...

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“Burns and Bullies” by Elizabeth Kerr

Submitted to Contest #77

Burns and Bullies I squish my face to the car’s window, watching the white stuff fall from the sky. I've never seen this before, my sister says it’s snow. But she’s an annoying know-it-all and I don’t really care what she thinks. “Did you know snow is actually translucent, not white? And each winter in the U.S., at least 1 SEPTILLION ICE CRYSTALS FALL FROM THE SKY!” Kallie cries happily, proud to be smarter than me, “and THE MOST SNOW TO FALL IN A 24-HOUR PERIOD IN THE UNITED STATES IS 75.8 INC...

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“The unbearable winter calling” by Mickela Curotte

Submitted to Contest #77

January 15th, of 20221 Sitting here, in my wooden rocking chair, I can hear a calling, deep inside of this old soul. An unbearable calling, to be exact. One that you simply can’t resist to not ignore. Sitting alone by my cabin window, with a cup of hot tea, admiring the frost growing on my window, seeing the snow take wing with the wind, the trees dance with the breeze, it's almost like I am living in a child's dream. I can see the cardinals riding the winter gale, squirrels chomping on little pine cones; oh, what a beautiful sight....

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“Sierra Deep ” by Meredyth Lewis

Submitted to Contest #77

The overnight snowstorm had left as suddenly as it had come. Blowing in from the southwest the evening before like a wall of heavy grey, the storm laid its howling blanket down in swirls and sideways fits. The spring snowstorms in the Sierras have historically been known for their sudden and often deadly arrival, transferring their mountainous clouds into deep blankets of snow in a few hours. Charlie looked out from the warmth of the cabin, nose almost to the glass, leaving little clouds of warm ...

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“A SNOWY DAY” by Mousumi Biswas

Submitted to Contest #77

A SNOWY DAY Ronny got up in the morning to the sound of blasting storm . He threw down the warm quilt and ran towards the window .He drew the curtains and looked outside. He couldn't see anything . He could only hear the lashing of the snow as it came smacking down against the doors, roof and windows of his house. The soft murmuring wind gradually became louder . " Ronny come here and wear something warm . It's snowing . You'll catch a chill, " shouted his mother from the kit...

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Title: Burying David

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