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Write a story about someone who finds something interesting peeking out from a melting snowbank.

Posted in Winter on Oct 26, 2022

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The divorce and the fight

Submitted to Contest #35

I stormed out furiously out of my best friend, Maya's house and kicked the tiny pebbles on the pavement. We had just bickered harshly about our parents' divorcing. Maya's mother had divorced last year and mine, just last month. Maya told me that 'she had more experience in divorce and she knew better which made me feel downright mad. Who was she to step right into my life?I vehemently kicked a snow bank and I felt something metal tingle across the pavements coated with leaves. Something glinted marvelously over the shine of the dusky sun as ...

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When Winter Slept Late

Submitted to Contest #35

On the day the snow started turning to rivers, Nicki barged into the house at sunset with her hands clamped together, and I knew there was going to be more trouble. I’d been just about to finish my multiplication homework; I was seated at the kitchen table with three problems left. Mother had just gone out the back door to check our basil plants or Nicki would have been seen.  “Dina,” she gasped, stumbling toward me. Her hair was a wild, white-blonde cloud around her head, and her shins were soaked with melted snow. “You need to come up...

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Dear Dorthey

Submitted to Contest #35

Dorthey woke at 3 a.m. to the sound of wind slashing her thin windows. She moaned and rolled over in her bed, frustrated that the storm raging outside would not retreat. She grabbed her pillow and angrily thrust it on top of her head, trying to block the sound of the eerie gale creeping under her door. The noise diminished but still Dorthey felt uneasy. Something was wrong and Dorthey knew it. She slipped out of bed and did a lap around her small house. Nothing. Dorthey cursed at herself and hopped back into bed. She closed her eyes, but the...

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MORAL DILEMMA

Submitted to Contest #35

Bruce was the one to raise the alarm by refusing to come back to either of the girls despite their whistles, shouts and offers of treats. He had scarpered as was his norm the moment they had let him off the lead, but usually he did not stray too far or for too long. By the sound of it, he was down by the river below the footpath.“You’d better go and get him Liz,” ordered Sara, “He’s your dog.”Exasperated, Liz stared at the steep embankment, wondering where best to begin her descent. No longer white and powdery, the old, crystalized snow...

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THE COLLECTOR

Submitted to Contest #35

The town was engulfed in a blanket of white snow. The icy wind shrieked and howled in the deserted town. Not a soul could be seen outside at such a time, no one except a little girl who was hobbling down the lane with an excited look on her face, oblivious to the icy wind piercing her cheek like a knife. Her name was Emerina Asternette. she loved exploring and as her family had come to this town on holiday, she was determined to explore every inch of her neighborhood before they went back home again; Even if there was hardly anything to see ...

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One Spring Day

Submitted to Contest #35

Sprinting along the path, his shoulder bag bouncing against his hip and his coat flapping open against the wind, Ryan nearly collided with a lady, who was trying to keep her balance on the icy surface in impossibly high, scarlet heels.“Oh, I’m so sorry”, he said breathlessly as he brushed past her.She smiled as she wobbled, waving her arms in the air, and he noticed that her eyes were the color of cornflowers. Grinning back, he paused and started to run his fingers through his hair, remembering at the last moment that the beanie his grandma ...

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Spring Thaw

Submitted to Contest #35

Gary hauled the trash out from his hardware store. He dumped the can into the dumpster. It was a beautiful day, thirty-eight degrees surely this was the spring thaw. March blew in like a lion but was going out like a lamb. None too soon, he was tired of winter, and short hours of daylight. He wondered about leaving during winter. He was starting to look at places down in Florida near the beach. That would be lovely. He scooped up a shovel full of snow, dumping it on the melting drift behind the store. The water was starting to pool at his ba...

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Sister of Summer Flowers

Submitted to Contest #35

The most surprising thing about Amari was that she was never surprising when he was with her. It was only afterwards when he was trying to think of words to describe her, if he ever were to tell anyone. He always called her a girl, but said out loud, that sounded like a five-year old. She was as tall as one of the young women who danced every Friday night in the village. She was far older than that though she didn’t look it and she never counted. Still, the word “girl” stuck in his mind. She was a pretty girl, rich a...

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Hearts of Fauxbergé

Submitted to Contest #35

The March snow was speckled with earthy tones, hovering in that spot between spring and winter. The sky thundered behind me, sounding somewhat childish in its fury. I knew I had to get home. Soon. Before they found me.As if the sky agreed, gales of freezing wind whipped past me, untangling strands of my haphazardly strung together braid. Leaving me to enjoy the black mess of wavy tangles in my mouth. I exhaled sharply, freeing the mess in my mouth, letting out some stress.The rumors about junior year were true. The weight of my workload was ...

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The Place Where the Birds Don't Sing

Submitted to Contest #35

I know it’s not much of a defence, but I really didn’t know how much damage it would eventually cause. This confession of innocence doesn’t undo the events that followed that fateful Wednesday morning in mid-March, I know that, but hopefully it will be understood that I didn’t mean for any of it to happen — either by accident or design. I doubt I could have stopped it, anyway. But if there’s one person who could’ve possibly seen it before it hit, it was me.On that note, I think it’s worth pointing out that I did...

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Find of the Century

Submitted to Contest #35

Find of the CenturySuzanne Marsh“Hey, Brendan how about a walk along this ocean this morning, it should be nice andbracing.”Brendan Reid, was not a man to tumble out of bed readily, his wife Julia was the early riser.The mean temperature this morning was minus 4 degrees Fahrenheit. He thought:'where does she get these ideas from? She wanted to move here from Toronto because it is quieter. Quieter, is an understatement. Well, I guess I might as well get up, and go for that walk. When I get home, I am going to have a huge cup of coffee, and si...

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Fairies and Diamonds

Submitted to Contest #35

  I love the Spring. When everything is so fresh and starting to sprout. By this time, even the dirty snow left on the side of the roads and gathered dirty and black on the flower beds, brings joy when you see a little green sprout poking its' little head out through the obstacles in its' path reaching for the sunshine that it knows is there, just out of sight. Faith, has it growing and pushing against the hardened blackened snow as it stretches to feel that glorious sunshine upon its' tiny little leaves. Stretching, stretching unt...

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AN EARLY DEATH

Submitted to Contest #35

The trouble with springtime is that everything grows. The temperature rises, the snow melts, the birds start their incessant chirping and there are more bugs than you got Raid. The sun begins baking the ground, melting the snow in the mountains, waking everything up that’s been sleeping all winter. Flowers and plants blossom and tree seedlings pop their heads out of the thawing ground. If you’re lucky with a wife and been snowbound all winter you might even have a baby being born soon. But that’s not my story, never could’ve been. In my case...

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The Note in the Snow

Submitted to Contest #35

Lydia and Jackson walked over to a snow bank that was melting outside of their school. It had just transitioned to spring! But there was something there, a piece of paper. Jackson picked it up and started reading it out loud. " Dear Fluffy, I'm sorry for what I did. Please take me back! Love, Softy. What kind of pet names are those?" “I dont know, but does it really matter?” “ Not really, just thought they were kinda, you know, funky!” he said in a disco voice. Lydia rolled her eyes, she hated that voice.  “ Jackson, dont you think we s...

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Bug in the Snow

Shortlisted for Contest #35 ⭐️

He was a small boy - too small for his age. His lips were chapped from the cold and his nails were filed down from trying to get back into the house. It was no use. She’d locked the door and no matter how loud he cried, she wasn’t going to open it again until she stopped being mad at him. He was a small boy - too small for his age - and he wore clothes that weren’t anywhere near warm enough for the weather. He shivered - then sneezed. Once, twice. He was no good against the cold and so he’d always resented the winter months. During summer, h...

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