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“Turn Around” by LouH Hamilton

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Johnathan scratches his head in frustration, the cars behind them honking loudly at 30 second intervals, which they had been doing for the last two hours. He rolls down his window, "We're all stuck you idiots!" "That's right, scream at strangers in traffic so they come and shoot us!" The woman in the passenger's seat growls, "and roll up that window it's a blizzard and its freezing!" Johnathan huffs rolls up his window. He looks over at Scarlet, bundled up in two coats and a blanket, facing the door and away from him, he laughs a l...

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“When the music dies” by Kate E

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“Next up, we’ve got Love is Strange by Sylvia and Mickey!” The radio announcer’s cheerful voice filled the cold empty space inside the 1957 Chevy parked on the empty highway road.Love… love is strange…“Ugh, I can’t stand to listen to that coon crap.” Letting go of the steering wheel completely, the man shot for the dial and jerked it hard to the left. Immediately, the crooning sound of Sylvia’s voice was replaced with piercing, incomprehensible static.The woman in the passenger seat instinctively clutched her ears first in shock and then in ...

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“Things Remembered ” by Emma Dollenmayer

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God, I thought. It had been months since I had seen her. Maybe even years. Embarrassingly, I couldn't remember how much time had passed. She was 17 years old. I knew that much. Was she 17 when I last visited her in the city? I don't know. I was anticipating awkwardness for at least the first half an hour, so I wasn't surprised when the only words spoken within the first 15 minutes of the car ride were "Hi" and "How are you?" Oh, and she muttered back "good" as an answer to my question. But was she good? I don't know. The snow...

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“Delays on the District Line” by Alyse Morrell

Submitted to Contest #23

“Do snowflakes feel cold?” The little boy looked to be about five-years-old, but seemed much smaller buried under his scarf and jacket. The swaddled boy sat up, leaning against the back of the subway seat, blowing hot air on the freezing window. “I don’t think they do. I think they like it,” answered his nanny, still scrolling through her phone, praying for service. By the frustrated faces of the other commuters, it looked as though they had ...

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“Joey and Loretta” by Joe Parrillo

Submitted to Contest #23

“Crapola!” Frank cursed. “I should be retired, lounging on some Caribbean island sipping beer or somethin’ out of a coconut, instead of being an Uber driver!” But with losing his wife to cancer last year, then his job, too, that he held for thirty years due to layoffs, Frank Brower had run out of options. At 67, and a thin resume, he wasn't exactly a hot commodity to companies hiring. Frank listened to the weather report on TV and it was all bad. He hoped he’d get no calls from Uber today but just as he was having that thought, tha...

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“It's Not Me, It's You” by Jessie Sweet

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Vanessa’s breath caught in her throat as she watched the car in front of them fishtail and skid off the narrow highway, down the embankment, and stop short of the icy river. “Dear Lord,” she said, leaning forward, gripping the dash. “Todd, we need to stop.” Todd chuckled. “They’re ok.” “I’m calling 911,” she grabbed his phone, raising an eyebrow at him as she made the call. They cautiously advanced thro...

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“Post Chiefs Blizzard” by Bailey Brown

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Suppose they were married. Suppose that neither one of them wanted to be married. Suppose that both were too stubborn to talk about this dilema and so it was swept under the rug along with other items they did not want to talk about like how whenever he sleeps, he takes all the blankets and then snores loud enough to blow his hair past the crown of his head. Suppose that whenever she speaks, her pauses exceed minutes of conversation but then gets upset when she is interrupted. Suppose that he had slept with her sister and the only ones who k...

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“FORBIDDEN FRUITS ARE THE SWEETEST UNTIL SOUR” by Hillary Nwaigbo

Submitted to Contest #23

Snow storm stories of people trapped in traffic, with hundreds of 911 calls going unanswered for hours, remained a fantasy to Mr. Gibson (a tall, cutely shaved grey bearded blonde, always on duty with his crispy pressed, customized uniform ) hitherto, when he’s being stuck in his cab with a “damsel in distress”, Miss Ann (a young pulchritudinous red - haired lass in her early twenties, with the” life of a party”, never wanting to play by the rules). He had been caught off guard by the ferocity of the storm after early forecast predicted...

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“Struggles and Snow” by Lori Lorenz

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"I don't know why you won't trade this stupid thing in", she snarled. "Or at least put chains on the tires."He sighed. "People don't put chains on tires, Darlene. Unless they live in the mountains."The snow had started falling at 2:00, guaranteeing a messy rush hour commute. They were calling for at least 6 inches, but now, at 5:30, it looked more like a foot. Frank realized that things often looked worse than they were when they were piled one on top of the other. Struggles, and inches of snow."Well, do something!" Darlene snapped. Why are ...

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“Another Day's Work” by Winter Summer

Submitted to Contest #23

The day began as any other day did. The turn of the weather created a mess across the city, though. Driving through New York was hard on a good day and January's wrath had seized the afternoon without announcing itself. A line of cars collected in a canceled parade. With every passing minute, the sky grew whiter as if Jack Frost himself was trying to bury the city.Tap, tap. Frank never liked cops but he knew when to play nice. He rolled down the window.“There's been an accident at the end of Charleston Ave. We're cleaning it up but you’re go...

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“The Good-Bye Blizzard” by Varina Sidley

Submitted to Contest #23

“Shoot!” I exclaim as my car hits a snowbank on the boulevard. I take stock of the scene around me, two other cars have also hit the boulevard, but thankfully none of us have hit each other. I try to reverse and all I can hear is the squeal of tires spinning on ice. “I’m sorry Gram, I think we’re going to be stuck here for a bit,” I say, flicking on my hazards. My grandmother gives me an appraising side-eyed look, “I told you we’d be better off staying off the roads today, my girl. I’m okay, I’m okay!” She brushes my hand away from where I’v...

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“Dance through the blizzard” by Jean Lagacé

Submitted to Contest #23

Write a short story about people stuck in traffic during a blizzard. There's nothing much to do but wait, and talk...I was in college, in the room I shared with my friend Claude B. His parents lived in St-Félicien, quite far away from Montreal where he was pursuing studies in order to get his BAC. As for me, the extern, I had a desk in his little domain where from 3 :45 to 5 :40 p.m. I was supposed to use the place to study and write the homework professors in all disciplines throwned at us. Claude was on his bed, reading som...

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“Some Boots” by Karen Haggard

Submitted to Contest #23

"Hey, babe, I'm gonna be late. Like really late. I don't know. This blizzard is crazy bad. I'm stuck on 95 in this super long line of traffic. I miss you too. Don't worry. What could possibly happen? You think there's a psycho out here in this shit? You're too funny. No, I can't see anything up ahead at all. Just a bunch of tractor-trailers and a few cars behind me. We're at a dead stop. Been like this for about an hour now. I'm gonna turn the car on and off every half hour, so I don't freeze my ass off and to recharge my cell. So I'll reach...

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“Follow Your Intuition” by Amy DeMatt

Submitted to Contest #23

The windshield wipers waged a losing battle against the thick white flakes of snow that seemed to fall more quickly than they could be wiped away on that unforgettable January evening. I'd received a letter from Forestry Professionals earlier in the month. Apparently, property I owned was adjacent to the Estate of Eleanor Hazleton, and Mr. Craig Sheldonier of Forestry Professionals had written to ask whether I might be interested in acquisition of the Hazleton property. I wasn...

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“Winter Story” by Ernesto Reyes

Submitted to Contest #23

It was awkward when the music stopped. I had the radio on the entire time, which was playing classic rock, but when I turned off the car, it became dead silent. I only did this because it’s what’s recommended to do: turn the car off to conserve gas; turn it back on every once in a while, to heat up. I sighed, and I could see fog come from my mouth. I inhaled deeply, held my breath, and exhaled, and out came a reasonably large bubble of fog. After this, to divert from the quiet awkwardness, I began to softly whistle a tune. You’re able to hea...

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Write a short story about people stuck in traffic during a blizzard. There's nothing much to do but wait, and talk...

Submissions are closed

✍️ 67 stories

“Turn Around” by LouH Hamilton

“When the music dies” by Kate E

“Things Remembered ” by Emma Dollenmayer

“Delays on the District Line” by Alyse Morrell

“Joey and Loretta” by Joe Parrillo

“It's Not Me, It's You” by Jessie Sweet

“Post Chiefs Blizzard” by Bailey Brown

“FORBIDDEN FRUITS ARE THE SWEETEST UNTIL SOUR” by Hillary Nwaigbo

“Struggles and Snow” by Lori Lorenz

“Another Day's Work” by Winter Summer

“The Good-Bye Blizzard” by Varina Sidley

“Dance through the blizzard” by Jean Lagacé

“Some Boots” by Karen Haggard

“Follow Your Intuition” by Amy DeMatt

“Winter Story” by Ernesto Reyes

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