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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

“Mother's Song in the Deer Tracks” by Alex Marceau

Submitted to Contest #77

Condensation slowly rises to meet my waist in the windowpane where the blinds used to sit. Late January evening in the Eastern Townships. Quebec is still, and there is no sound except for the faint rumbling of the train heading West through town toward Sherbrooke. The deer tracks on the street are quickly being filled in, but I don’t know if the snow is heavy or light, dry or wet. The weather is kinder than my crutches. Mother once told me that some people have ne...

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“Winter Wonders” by Valerie Larouche

Submitted to Contest #77

The snow descends in thick, peaceful flurries, and accumulates, heavy, on the bare branches of trees and green firs. I watch it all from behind the glass of my bay window as I sit on a cushion bench tucked underneath it. I sit and stare. I reminisce and hope. I hope I am right, that all of it was real, and that it will happen as I expect it to. For you see, when I was seven years old, an event happened that changed me forever. An event that promised reoccurrence. And though now, at 87 years old, I tend to forget most of my childhood, these ...

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“Walk of the Widower” by Ethan Lash

Submitted to Contest #77

“The time is now 7:30am the temperature is currently 26 degrees, chance of precipitation 80% with an accumulation of 6 to 8 inches.” The man rolled over and picked up his phone as the robotic voice continued into a list of headlines describing the news of the day. The voice was cut short as he unlocked his phone and examined the forecast with a furrowed brow. When he had went to sleep the night before it had been with the knowledge that the snow was not to start until noon and that the temperature would be at least 10 degrees colder. Th...

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“Fall Through” by Kira Entzminger

Submitted to Contest #77

Mark had his arms around Alex, the reflection from their engagement rings shining brightly in the stunningly white morning. They had been looking out at the snow, saying nothing. They just enjoyed each other’s presence, and that’s it. Mark kissed the top of Alex’s head, saying suddenly, “I hope this snow never melts.” Alex smiled, looking up at his husband’s bright blue-green eyes, loving how they sparkled almost as brightly as his ring. Alex just chuckled a little, saying, “Agreed.” Mark kissed him, and sat up, holding Alex tighter,...

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“The Icy Hell” by Lyd Lucero

Submitted to Contest #77

The snow looked like glitter slowly dancing along the sky falling to the ground flake by flake. The whole outside world at peace as the white substance slowly covered every tree and plant. Emerie watched the beauty happen through her window dreaming of what it would be like to feel the breeze against her skin as she stepped into the outside world. Fantasizing of what it would be like just to touch the snow and grip it in her hand. She thought of all the articles and books she had read of people building snow people and going sledding. She wo...

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“A Little Bit At A Time” by Roth Sassin (inactive)

Submitted to Contest #77

I look out at the snowy ground, and the footprints I trampled in it. Then I look back at the pond. It's frozen over of course, but I don't like this. Not one bit. I take a step backward, and it puts me off balance, causing me to fall onto the ground, snow going up my pants. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Someones coming. Owen's face peers into my line of vision. "You ok?" "Yup. Help me up?" Owen helps me up, then glances at my skates. "You're going ice skating," he clarifies. I smile. "Yup." "But. . ." "Yup." ". . .Want help? ...

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“A Side-Effect of Sentience” by Kristen Acres 💚

Submitted to Contest #77

The hum of my circuits can barely be heard over the wind as it barrels over the snow-capped hills and rakes flurries into the air. The humans huddling around me are bundled up in hats and scarves to keep themselves warm, the windchill turning them into blood-filled maracas with their shivering. What a fascinating concept, the act of shivering. How long had it taken before organisms realized that the contraction of a muscle was an exothermic reaction? That they could turn their energy stores into heat just by vibrating for a while? My, but...

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“The Brightest Stars” by Rujula Deshmukh

Submitted to Contest #77

Sahima sighed as she looked out at the pillowy white blankets of snow falling in her backyard. Wasn’t it ironic how she was named after the one thing that she had loved so much before, yet now she hated to think about? Snow. Sahima meant snow. She brought herself back before she could think about the things that hurt as her phone pinged with a new message. Can you please start shoveling the snow? We’ll bring hot cocoa… It was her mom. She and Sahima’s father were going to be coming home from work soon and wanted her to clear the drivewa...

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“Happy New Year” by Jacquelene Gabrielle

Submitted to Contest #77

“What the—“A gust of frigid air whips over exposed thighs and strappy heels. Chains clink, cutting into wrists, as she attempts to shield her eyes from the glaring white. The snow swirls through the narrow doorway and in a disoriented state she shivers in bone-chilling cold.An imposing shadow passes through the blinding light and into the small, musty room.“Who the fuck are you?” She manages to croak. Mouth dry. Voice hoarse. Memories of champagne and Jägerbombs swirled. Blinking through the fog of last night, she squints and tries to focus ...

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“Queen of Nothing at All” by Brennan Bilberry

Submitted to Contest #77

Asli looked out the window. All of Duaci was covered in a blanket of snow. Children built snowmen of made snow angels. She hated to ruin there perfect afternoon. But it was something that needed to be done. Duacin people deserved the truth. There king had passed on that morning. Asli, the queen was the only one to know of this. Other than the maid who nearly screamed from horror when she came to change his sheets. The maid jabbed pins into Asli's hair and tightened her corset. This would do. The queen never really cared for the king, somethi...

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“The Frozen Lake” by Virginia Hair

Submitted to Contest #77

Livi gazed upon the calm, fast-falling, snow. It had begun an hour before and with each passing minute, the usually graceful flakes fell more intensely. Livi thought to herself that it resembled the Blizzard of 1978, a topic that she had mastered because of her "snow obsession". She loved snow. Especially when it caused a White Christmas, like Livi was confident it would this year. Today held the place of December 23, which meant that there were hardly 2 days until that awaited day came. And if the forecast was correct this time, she would g...

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“The Excellent Servant” by Margaret West

Submitted to Contest #77

The Excellent Servant Looking back, I wish I hadn’t done it. Once the genie is out of the bottle, it’s hard to put it back in. I can’t say I didn’t know better-I did. And there’s no use making excuses. My actions were inexcusable. But now that I know what I know, I sure wish I hadn’t done it. The blizzard caught me by surprise since there are no windows on that side of the building. I was hoping to finish cleaning all the offices so I would have ...

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“The Red Room” by Yvone Mthembu

Submitted to Contest #77

Thandi was worried now, yes Mrs Shabangu, her employer was away on one of her numerous Conventions and she asked her to stay in her house since she was her domestic worker yet she didn't want to be here.Funny how she had all the luxury she usually dreams of, the state of the art security team and top notch safety systems yet she didn't feel safe or contend. Safety for her was her one roomed house which boasts of a couch which turns to her bed,ironing board, table and whatever use she can think of.Her prized possession being her parents' we...

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“A Night At The Movies” by Gary Crawford

Submitted to Contest #77

I’ve always loved older architecture and I loved going to the movies. Through a friend with connections, I managed to procure a job as an apprentice union movie projectionist. In those big old theatres from a bygone era, I was in my glory. Some of the theatres in the seaside town were seasonal, only open during the summer months. Others maintained a normal schedule of evening performances with weekend matinees, and still others operated continuous showings, four or five shows from early afternoon on. My theatre was continuous. It didn’t ...

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“Lifeguard on Duty” by Meg Nilsson

Submitted to Contest #77

At sixteen I had not given enough thought to how much of my time as a lifeguard would involve hosing down a public restroom. I had not given any thought at all to what hosing down an already wet bathroom would feel like in the dead of winter. I had given thought to what sunglasses I would wear and how I would keep my curls in place while looking like I just woke up like that. I had given a lot of thought to what sandals would look the best while covering my one weird toe. The image of me, wet and freezing, at 8:30 PM pm on a Friday night...

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Ended on 23:59 - Jan 22, 2021 EST

Won by K. Antonio 🏆

Title: Burying David

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