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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

“The Priorgate Curse” by Michael Hayes

Submitted to Contest #77

“I don’t know why Gravesy picked on us to work late.” It was yet another late Friday that Kaz had to work, when she rather be in the pub with her friends. Only Melinda worked more late Fridays, but she wanted the job of supervisor. “Who the hell is Gravesy”, asked Simon, who also hated working late. At five o’clock, he was usually the first out the door. “The Boss” “Uh? Douglas Clark?” She sniggered. “His real name is Douglas Graves.” “That’s the last of the servers backed up”, Melinda said preparing to lock up. ”Home time.” Priorgate Grange...

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“Picnic Day” by Aeign Cruise

Submitted to Contest #77

It was just another normal day and our parents went out of town last week so my sister and I decided to invite our friends to a picnic this afternoon at the park because we had nothing else to do. We thought it would be fun because we haven't had one productive day ever since summer came. We felt like couch potatoes just munching on chips and binge watching Grey's Anatomy. Don't get me wrong, spending time with my family is fun but you can't really do much when you're with them. Except maybe my sister because she's been my best friend ever...

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“Talking to the Animals” by Ramona Scarborough

Submitted to Contest #77

Talking to the Animals I had always thought how exciting it would be to talk to animals, like Dr. Doolittle. Like what is going on in my cat’s head? I would ask Muffin all the questions I wonder about. Why do you make that funny noise when you stare out the window at a bird? What does mouse meat taste like? Is it like chicken? Why do you insist on tearing up our couch when you have an expensive scratching post? &...

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“The World's A Snowflake” by Addison Smits

Submitted to Contest #77

I stare blankly into the computer screen, and I can see my reflection peering back at me. I try to focus my eyes on the text, on the numbers, but I can’t seem to keep my mind straight. It’s been a long week, for sure, and I forgot to grab my coffee this morning. I find myself zoning out and jumping quickly between reality and a world of fantasy. I grab my mouse and can finally read the words on the screen. It’s the same thing as it always is. The same thing every day, all day long. I do not enjoy my job, but I have no choice at this point. I...

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“White Summer ” by Christian Hinrichsen

Submitted to Contest #77

White Summer jchinrichsen88a@gmail.com Jordero Summer Festival. As the summer solstice arrives in Jordero. Merrill, Jerrin, Asa, and Bruenor head for the capital city of Jar-an. The group decided to attend the famous Summer Festival of the Summer Harvest Goddess Chauntea. The celebration helps with the successful spring and upcoming harvest for the people of Jordero. Traveling the streets of Jar-an street performers and vendors call out to passing celebrants. Excusing himself to attend his summer quarter review as a provost marshal...

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“Unusual Roommates” by Cella Poynter

Submitted to Contest #77

Lula-Belle's shrieking would be enough to wake the dead. Her fuzzy largeness stretched out across my chest, she yowls her displeasure, sharp teeth a mere 2 inches from my face. Lurching upright, I dump her into my lap as I try to placate the beast. "Lula, sweetie, don't be like that! It's too early to be howling like a banshee," I plead, to no avail. Lula-Belle has never been known for her patience. Creaking and groaning, I pull myself out of bed and begin the daily search for my bedroom slippers. They've had a mind of the...

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“The First Day of Summer” by Helen Daugherty

Submitted to Contest #77

There was a space in the park beyond the playground, through the trees. The warmth and the sun had come abruptly, at the start of the school holidays. The playground was heaving; people swarming the café for ice cream and fighting for the swings. But down by the stream it was perfect. The warm air on exposed skin created a shared high; strangers smiled; friends that hadn’t met yet. A boy, wearing clothes the colour of biscuits, the same colour as his skin, skipped across the rocks as if he had just realised he had legs. A Pomeranian skittere...

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“A Storm in the Light” by Eric Deitch

Submitted to Contest #77

Mother Nature is one heck of a woman. A comforting caretaker, helping you through the day, but she also has a bit of a temper sometimes. She gives you life but can also easily take it away from you. She can be hot one minute, then cold the next. Hard to predict at times, but you always feel her omnipresence: either for good or bad. I bring this up as there have been several times where she has tried to put a stop to my life: through no fault of her own, of course. One hot summer, early August, to be exact, I was working as an environmental...

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“The Tracks in the Snow” by Amanda Nowlin

Submitted to Contest #77

“Mom, is it going to snow today?” Alex’s four year old son, Ever, asked for the third time that day.“No, baby, not today.” She answered as she put another plate into the dishwasher. Never mind that it was the middle of June. She had tried explaining the seasons and the weather conditions needed for snow to form too many times to count. Her preschooler, however, remained unimpressed with her scientific explanations and continued his hopeful inquiry day after day. And never mind that even if it was the middle of winter, they lived in Southwest...

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“How is this happening?” by Dede Dee

Submitted to Contest #77

I woke up early because I couldn’t contain my excitement and it didn’t help that it was hot, so I had to wake up in between my sleep and switch on and off the air conditioner for some reason this season of summer was different from the summers we were used to it was hotter, and the summer had just begun but it felt like we were all stuck in a frying pan and it didn’t get better as the day progressed. It was finally the day I had been waiting for, I had waited all year for this concert, Nicki Minaj was coming to Europe finally and...

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“Somethin' Lost” by Rita Ractliffe

Submitted to Contest #77

Somethin' Lost by Rita Dyan Ractliffe >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> December 1990 Christmas at Maddie's was always a special time. The guys felt a warm glow just being with her; it made up somewhat for the families they didn't have. Vietnam veterans with no real home between them, they could get along fine, most of the time. But this time of year always tugged at them. Hadrian seemed to perk up more this time of year when he could spend it with her. Leader of a free...

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“Kristof” by Keith Edwin

Submitted to Contest #77

“What? Where? How did I get here? I’m so cold.” Kristof didn’t know how much time had elapsed since he passed out, it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, but he awoke shivering and confused, laying in the snow by his car. He got up and noticed his windshield was covered in snow, like the rest of the vehicle. “But, but how? The note. I had a note. There was a note on my window. Where?” The note, the one written in his own handwriting, the one that he grabbed from under his wiper blade, the note was nowhere to be found. His teeth...

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“Stuck in the Middle” by Joe Swanson

Submitted to Contest #77

I can’t get out. I debated coming to the cabin, the weather forecast looked compromising, but then, it was a weather forecast. It was snowing lightly when I left. When I got to Atlas, the last harbinger of civilization near the cabin, the snow turned to rain. The temperatures have been erratic, and the rain is freezing as it hits the road. I slid several times, losing temporary control, and then I slipped off the road and into the ditch. There is no escaping. I am trapped in the snow. I decide, being close...

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“To Nowhere” by Harper Harris

Submitted to Contest #77

“There’s so much snow, Daddy,” Eloisa marvels, squishing her nose against the car window. A little cloud of fog puffs outward on the glass. “Yes, honey,” my dad mumbles. His hands are gripping the steering wheel for dear life. Mine are clenched around the armrests of the passenger seat. Both of us are white-knuckled, and despite the chill in our battered SUV with half-working heat, sweat beads on my dad’s forehead. “It’s pretty,” my little sister says. “Yes, honey.” Dad eases us around...

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“Elysium ” by Cori Leah

Submitted to Contest #77

3:00 am and I am still wide awake. The cabin is shrouded in the type of silence you expect from a cemetery, in the dead of night. The fireplace is alive with warmth and it keeps me feeling comfortable and safe...although I am in the middle of the woods, miles away from the nearest town or even the closest neighbor. Nights like this are meditative and peaceful. The steam from my coffee swirls into the cooler air and it's aroma fills me with happiness. With nothing but the thoughts in my head for entertainment it's easier to focus on the littl...

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Ended on 23:59 - Jan 22, 2021 EST

Won by K. Antonio 🏆

Title: Burying David

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