Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.

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“Just this once...” by Niyyah R. Haqq

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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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“"SLEDDING"” by Kip Packard

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"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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“Alice's Last Ride” by Beth Elliott

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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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“Ice Queen” by Carole Cobos

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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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“Stuck in the Middle With You” by Joe Swanson

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“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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“Infinite Youth” by Rachel Small

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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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“Plastic Runners” by Talia Foley

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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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“The sun that saw forgiveness” by Fanis Lazopoulos

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It takes more than an ordinary sunrise to paint life on a pigment of darkness. Indeed, this one was unique in the way that it brought out a plethora of colors in a landscape merely composed of three notes: the many white hills, pine trees dressed in snow and the clear blue sky that oversaw them. It began with the sun ascending from the horizon as it met a little cloud that by all means had no business in such a vast sky all on its own. The sun kindly asked the cloud to disperse, for the land it would shine upon today was reserved for a rathe...

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“Snow Day” by Kelly Pawlik

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The snow fell softly outside. A perfect blanket of white.Marcy was propped up on the couch, a colourful wool blanket tucked around her.“Do you have any fives?” Sarah asked.“Go fish,” replied Marcy.She watched as Sarah drew a card from the pile on the TV tray between them. Sarah was sitting in the green armchair, which she’d pulled closer to the couch.It was strange to see Sarah in a sweater. Normally the two of them were dressed in shorts and t-shirts. They would bike all over town and sometimes even venture into the woods. Then the summer w...

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“Ashes and Snow” by Quill Porter

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Micheal rubbed his hands together as he walked down the street. He has his mittens on so, why is it still so cold? The wind blew his long blonde hair, entangling the beads and knots he worked hours to unweave. He should've bought his hat too then? He looked around to see closed shops and stillness in the air. The stone walls contrasted the moss, snow, and soot remains. Even the cobblestone street he walked on has soot and undeniably dangerous fire scorches. As if a large fire burned the whole place. His hometown was quiet, it alw...

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“May Our Love Be Eternal” by Juniper Zeta

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A coldness hovered over the blinding white streets as Mr. Verratti returned from the World Trade Center. The clouds concealed the sky in a dreary grey monotone while the sun cowered behind them. Pale crystals blanketed the ground as flurry snow danced through the air. He trudged across the frosty ground, brushing a light dusting of snowflakes off his brown leather trench coat. His face contorted into a scowl as he stepped onto the welcome mat, for the gelid water had soaked his Testoni dress shoes. Shivering, Mr. Verratti fidgeted with his ...

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“Never Too Old” by Steve Cripwell

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Never Too Old Jack looked out of the window as the snow began to fall, it’s large flakes suddenly covering the garden in a cold, white carpet. 'Hey Julia, look out of the window. It’s like a scene from a Christmas card out there.’ He was standing in the lounge, still wearing his dressing gown and slippers even though he had been up for hours. He held this morning’s third mug of coffee in his hand. ‘Not sure if the paperboy will deliver this morning though, the snow seems to be settling pretty fast.’ There was no answer from the ...

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“Slippin' and Slidin'” by John Carpenter

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Slippin’ and Slidin’Up in Michigan, there is a lot of lake effect winter.Larry no longer lives there. His career takes him and Janice to Cincinnati. They raise their three kids there, and the only reason this is mentioned is that as a rule, there is very little snow in a Cincinnati season, compared to Larry’s old stomping grounds in Southwest Michigan.At some point back at Michigan, it is time to clean out Larry’s folk’s house. Larry and Janice go up there from Cincy with a small U Haul, thinking not to take much back with them…only som...

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“For Old Times’ Sake” by Brandy Kerrigan

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“I can’t believe you drug me out here.”“Stop complaining, it’ll be fun,” she says before grinning broadly at me. She’s enthusiastic today.“I should be coding right now.” I sound petulant, but it can’t be helped. I really don’t want to be here.“It’s a snow day.”“You don’t really have those when you work from home.”“You work all the time, it’s okay to take a day off once in a while, you know.”“Says the part-time librarian,” my words come out snider than I intended. I immediately regret the snarky comment as I glance over at Anna and see her ra...

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“The Perfect Job for a Snow Day” by Ivy Hayswood

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It snowed last night. Thick, heavy flakes had covered the world in a pristine white blanket that put the duvet on my bed to shame. The blizzard had been far worse than any weather report had predicted, and the country had, as always, been caught totally by surprise. Every news headline echoed the same story – all roads were blocked, all trains were at a standstill, and flights had been grounded. No one was going anywhere. No one should try to travel, except in cases of emergency. The usual drill. But, and they were quick to highlight the gli...

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Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 130 stories

“Just this once...” by Niyyah R. Haqq

“"SLEDDING"” by Kip Packard

“Alice's Last Ride” by Beth Elliott

“Ice Queen” by Carole Cobos

“Stuck in the Middle With You” by Joe Swanson

“Infinite Youth” by Rachel Small

“Plastic Runners” by Talia Foley

“The sun that saw forgiveness” by Fanis Lazopoulos

“Snow Day” by Kelly Pawlik

“Ashes and Snow” by Quill Porter

“May Our Love Be Eternal” by Juniper Zeta

“Never Too Old” by Steve Cripwell

“Slippin' and Slidin'” by John Carpenter

“For Old Times’ Sake” by Brandy Kerrigan

“The Perfect Job for a Snow Day” by Ivy Hayswood

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Start your story with someone looking out at the snow, and end it with them stepping tentatively onto a frozen surface.

Write about someone who gets stuck in their workplace during a blizzard and decides to explore rooms they aren’t normally allowed in.

Write a story set in the summer, when suddenly it starts to snow.

Set your story in a remote winter cabin with no electricity, internet, or phone service.

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