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

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“To Nowhere” by Harper Harris

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“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

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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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“Up There In The Snow” by Adam Wan

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Satoru fought against the wind and heaved the door shut. Outside, the snow covered everything under it, hiding away every secret beneath every inch of white. The wind howled on, rattling the windows in the dark. And even inside, he could still sense its terrifying strength as it lashed across his cabin in the hills into the unknown. His body felt like it was burning. So much so it hurt like hell in every literal sense of the word. It seemed to eat away at his skin, slicing him, bit by bit, into sashimi. He groaned, grunting out in the dark ...

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“Escape” by Gwyn Everett

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Delirious with cold and shivering, we hiked the last twenty feet to the shack of the cabin at the edge of the snow capped mountain. Each inch was a mile in the heavy drifts. Howling winds picked up and Jax whimpered next to me, his lips blue and his eyelids heavy against the storm. His eyes were glued to the door with determination. I held his arm to guide him into the cabin knowing that if he fell where he was I would not have the strength to carry him. When we finally shuffled inside, it took all I had to not collapse. “Come on.” I no...

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“ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᵉʳʳⁱᵉˢ” by Noelle Bradley🌼

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Author’s Note: I know the story starts a little slow, but stay with me, it should be worth it, so please read until the end. Keep in mind it is kind of disturbing not sure how else to put it, but I hope you like it and remember don’t eat the berries! (Also, please keep in mind that these genres are not exactly my forte, but if you have any feedback, both good and bad, it is greatly appreciated! Thank you!) I had no idea what I was going to do, we were stranded. There was no one around for miles, we were in the middle of the woods, and there ...

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“White As Snow” by D WENG

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The textbook definition of a murderer is “someone who commits the crime of murder; the unlawfull killing of another human being without jusitifaction or plausiable/ moral intent”. I don’t really like it. I feel that the title “murderer” demeans one as a person. It's a crude, derogatory term reserved for the lowest of the low. Look, if someone asked me what I did for a living, I would say I was an “artisan”. Technically a murderer, but an artisan all the same. It’s just that, instead of brushes and paint, I deal with kni...

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“My not so peaceful vacation” by Crystal Goddard

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I only wanted to get away for awhile, to unwind, relax, take some time off from my busy life. I just wanted to spend some time alone. I never dreamt it would be the worst mistake of my life. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going or how long I was gonna be gone. Quite frankly I didn’t know. I packed a bag with enough clothes and supplies for a week, turned off my coffee maker, turned down the thermostat, made sure the apartment was locked up tight, got in my car and drove north. It was snowing lightly when I left but over the last hour the...

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“Warmth in the Winter” by Aditi S.K

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I sit, huddled in the corner, below the window. Strong cold winds blow through the window, causing my teeth to chatter. Tears stream down my cheeks and I make no attempt to stop crying. At least here, there is no one to judge me. Here. This place appears to be nothing bigger than a tiny wooden cabin. It smells of fungus and dry wood. My fingers are numb from the cold and feet are turning blue. I cannot make out the shape of my hand in front of me. Even my pale fingers aren’t visible in this dark. The only source of light is the moonlight wh...

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“Stuck with the devil😈” by Dorcas.T Muselemu

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This will be the worst and longest week of my life. I can't wait for it to be over. As the plane was about to land Naomi looked out the window and admired the beauty. She would have preferred staying in that plane for a week rather than in that cabin. She missed her father, she hadn't seen him for over 5 years. As she stepped out of the plane she saw her father holding a poster with her name on it. His smile was warm and welcoming. She embraced him tightly with tears in both their eyes. He moved out here for work, and they only got to speak ...

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“Nuts” by Sue Marsh

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Nuts Suzanne Marsh Okay, so I don't have to be nuts to be heading into the Allegheny Mountains, it no doubt would have been better if I were. I needed a place to finish the ending of my newest book: Forty and Loving It. Then I remembered a hunting cabin that my family has used since the very early sixties. I called my dad: "Hey son, what's up?" "Not much Dad, but I was thinking that maybe I could use the cabin in Ellicottville. I need to finish the ending before the publisher decides to cancel the entire book." "Sure son, but you might wan...

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“Nothing Burns Like the Cold” by Daniel Brown

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BANG. The knife spins out like and his clay pigeon body takes my blade. His body as in Parker Darby's body. A body that covers the snow in O- blood. The blood that attracts mosquitoes most, I think. Blood that trails back through red slush to the cabin. Parker Darby was a liability, a jittery motormouth with his pulse on criminal hangouts. A heavy drinker with a snitching streak, he made the rounds in crooked circles as a police informant. Unfortunate for him, one of those officers ratted him out to every top-tier lowlife in ...

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“Mounting Words” by Gracie G.

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Run, far away from here. I’ll come soon enough. Please, they’ll kill you if you stay. Rayven, go! “GAH!” Rayven erupts from her half-slumber, cold, in pain, and, oddly enough, wet. Her eyes aren’t in favor of opening fully, and all she can manage is getting them ajar. What she sees is... really nothing. Because of her watery eyes, it's just a blob of black, brown, and white. The illuminance of the white stands out, and is a little strange, but from what Rayven remembers white would make sense.Snow, of course. She and her newbie boyfriend, Ev...

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“The Death of Winter” by Nuha E.

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The cabin was empty. No sounds could be heard but the faint whispers of a gentle, winter wind much like a child's laughter, through the open cabin door. The wood creaked slightly under the weight of my footsteps, slow and sure footed. Unable to see anything, I crept closer as my vision cleared. The room seemed anew, as if no one had ever stepped foot here; as if it's inhabitants were mere ghosts. The once warm room was now cold, candle wax dried up on the table, the dead ashes of a burning fire a reminder of times spent. Time we won't get ba...

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“Starry Night” by Anne McSommers

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‘This is the biggest mistake I have ever made.’ He thought, as he stood beside the car staring in horror at the smoke rising into the air. It was supposed to be romantic. A rustic cabin, in the middle of the woods. No electricity, no internet, no phone, just the two of the for one night and two blissful days. Tom had even looked into the details, even though Dessy probably wouldn’t believe it now. It was a one room cabin, two if you counted the bathroom, a fireplace for heat, a woodstove to cook on. He had watched...

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“Tiny Fires” by Kate Bibb

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Deep in the pine forest and over the foothills of the mountains, a log cabin persisted. It appeared quaint beneath the towering trees, but, upon closer inspection, it possessed a weathered dignity. Half a dozen chimneys protruded from the steeply slanted roof, and they held a certain prestige despite their crookedness. The wood walls were dark with lingering moisture from a century of rain and snow, and dripping icicles adorned the eaves. It didn’t have electricity or internet service or any of the modern conveniences people rely on, but tho...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 246 stories

“To Nowhere” by Harper Harris

“Elysium ” by Cori Leah

“Up There In The Snow” by Adam Wan

“Escape” by Gwyn Everett

“ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᵉʳʳⁱᵉˢ” by Noelle Bradley🌼

“White As Snow” by D WENG

“My not so peaceful vacation” by Crystal Goddard

“Warmth in the Winter” by Aditi S.K

“Stuck with the devil😈” by Dorcas.T Muselemu

“Nuts” by Sue Marsh

“Nothing Burns Like the Cold” by Daniel Brown

“Mounting Words” by Gracie G.

“The Death of Winter” by Nuha E.

“Starry Night” by Anne McSommers

“Tiny Fires” by Kate Bibb

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

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.

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