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

Posted in Summer on Oct 26, 2022

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A Dream within a Dream

Submitted to Contest #77

The sun was shining, another glorious day. Boon busied herself with rolling up her sleeping mat, tidying her living space and making a far greater mess out of whatever lay about left over from the dimly recalled night before. Dressed in leggings and a shorter sleeved pullover, ready for a delightful venture forth into the great outdoors the pretty young gnome with a childish eagerness took hold of the knob of her portal and thrust the door wide open. Upon her first step Boon heard the distinct crunch of fresh snow, the mere action of transgr...

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The Girl Behind The Painting

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It was around one in the afternoon when the lights went out.  Of course, that wasn’t the strangest thing about that day. After what had already happened, the power going out was almost expected.  It was the middle of the summer, and I was falling asleep in class. I had completed geometry the previous year and was taking summer classes to try to skip precalculus. It wasn’t my decision, but my guidance counselor had thought it would be good for me, so here I was, wasting my summer away, sitting in a sweltering hot room with very ...

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Fire Gone, Ice Will Come

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It's 2052, and the world is breaking. We were warned. And did we listen? No, we did not. Scientists have been telling us for decades about the dangers that our planet is facing. Global warming, poaching, factory farming, pollution... the list goes on and on. If I were to list out all of our problems, I would be sitting here until my eightieth birthday. I don't have that long. It was only on July 13th, Sunday, 2052, when I truly understood how urgent the situation was. My name is Alexandra Justice, and this is my story. *** It...

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No, Snow Go Away!❄

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On July 23rd it was a hot summer day in Harlem New York. Girls playing patty cake & hopscotch, while the boys play basketball. Mothers watching their children play on the step, while the fathers work. The elderly watch from their windows as they fan themselves. Suddenly a little girl felt something wet fall on her shoulders as she plays. She thinks that it's sweat from her playing in the hot heat so she continues to pay it no mind. A little boy looking up in the sky while trying to catch a football that his brother threw at him...

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Weather, Stone, Heart.

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The sand burned my bare feet. I dashed across it's surface, slipping and sliding except for the few bits of hard, packed sand, chasing after the roaring wind and frothing ocean.The sun was glaring in my eyes, enough so that I pulled on a sun hat as I ran, holding the brim over my face until the shade was a cool relief. Something about the atmosphere made me laugh and smile from ear to ear, the sun almost burning hotter in answer.My childhood friend, Sammy, dashed after me until our feet hit the icy waters, sending tons of rough kisses across...

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There’s Something About Rome

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Sweat dripped from her forehead and her white cotton shirt, soaked. Sally could have sat inside the cafe, the air con could have cooled her down. Instead, she sat outdoors because the view was better. Pavement cafes lined up on that narrow cobblestoned street. Bougainvillea vines crawled down from the second floor of the building down to the glass windows of the cafes, albeit neatly cut. Café Romana, that’s where she sat; its wooden tables topped with lacey white runners, chairs were cushioned with either pink and white or mint green and whi...

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The Next Victim

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“Antony! You have to come to my house! Now! Please!” Robin yelled. For the first time in my life, I heard a dash of fear in his voice. “Robin? Are you alright?” I asked, concerned. “Just get over here!” he snapped, and hung up. I got up and hesitantly twisted the doorknob, but stopped. My parents wouldn’t let me go. People have been going missing in my neighbourhood and mom and dad have been very overprotective lately. I opened my window and jumped out. Trying to be very stealthy, I tip-toed to the garage and got my bike. I quietly walked ti...

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Rimewyrm’s Bane

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The midsummer’s sun had not yet risen; its predawn glow had only just begun to filter through the dusty kitchen windows of the rancher’s homestead. The rancher took his breakfast by candlelight with his wife and only son, Bonde.“Bonde, before you begin your morning rounds, your mother and I want to be clear. We hope you’ll continue to refrain from any further involvement with that damnable thieves’ guild,” the rancher tried to remain stern while he choked on a piece of pan-fried bacon.Bonde chuckled at the old man’s awkwardness, “Father, don...

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Blizzard Boy

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It’s the middle of June. The temperature was supposed to be in the upper 80s all week. But instead it’s in the 20s. And it’s snowing.It’s not just a light flurry, either. I’m talking about a full-blown blizzard.And it’s all my fault.* * * * *The day after my thirteenth birthday started out as any other summer day. But that day turned out to be different. It was the day that I finally stood up to Elliot Blanson. It was the day I showed him that I, Sevastryn Viridian, was not to be messed with.And it was the day that I unleashed disaster upon ...

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THE FOUR DWARF WITH FOUR SEASONS

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There was once a woman who had two girls. One was her own daughter, the other a stepchild. Holena , her own daughter, she loved dearly, but she couldn't bear even the sight of Marushka, the stepchild. This was because Marushka was so much prettier than Holena. Marushka, the dear child, didn't know how pretty she was and so she never understood why, whenever she stood beside Holena, the stepmother frowned so crossly. Mother and daughter made Marushka do all the housework alone. She had to cook and wash and sew and spin and take care of the g...

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Paz a tu Alma

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Walking along the stone path to my mother and father’s house, I can feel the weather shifting from Spring to Summer. It’s a biannual tradition for Kit and I to write to each other when the seasons change. Since she wrote to me first in the Spring, it’s my turn to write to her first. I can imagine her sitting at her desk, checking the time and waiting for my letter to show up. As I’m knocking on the door to the castle, a panting servant shows up beside me, placing his hand on the wall while trying to catch his breath. There are scratches...

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Words of Hate and Regret

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Dutch’s last words to his wife were I want a divorce. His last words to his daughter were go to your room. He had never envisioned having final words to his family, but if he had, those words would never had been the ones he would’ve thought. But such was life. It had happened suddenly, in the night. Dutch was asleep on the couch, an empty bottle of whiskey on the ground by his side, it’s amber insides stained on the carpet. Dutch and his wife had gotten into another nasty argument, the third one this week, and she had banished him to the...

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Attic Us Finch

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In June 1998 my father, Abel Finch, started living in the attic of our home. I had just turned sixteen so whether this was a response to my coming of age or merely a retraction from society was not clear. It was difficult not to take this personally however at such a formative age in my life. He only set foot outside that attic once more which was during the hot summer of 1999.In the early days of his lofty occupation my mother, a sensible woman, assumed this was merely a phase, perhaps a reaction to the onslaught of middle age or the pressu...

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The MAY SNOW

Submitted to Contest #77

Wish I could go home, back to my village and feel the warmth of the January sun. The beautiful yellow mustard flowers in the fields , the baby green wheat fields, the long reddish brown sugarcane, the spring onion saplings, new brown potatoes, the peanut candy made with fresh golden colour jaggery and of course the hard sesame seed balls also made with jaggery... uff the list is endless”, murmured Jaya struggling with her sari, the overcoat and of course the snow boots. Jaya had come to Atlanta to assist her daughter Radha with her fi...

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“A Hedonist”

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Throwback to 2017, when it was Summer and the month of June in the tropical rays of sun from where the story begins. A young beautiful girl got married to her first cousin. The girl belonged to a rich family but her cousin wasn’t much economically stable but still the marriage was held.  The marriage went well and the bride moved to her husbands place, it were the times when she realised that she has stepped into a dungeon rather than her new home.  As she entered she was instructed by the grooms family to hide her valuables as he ...

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