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

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“What Aunties who aren't Aunties Know” by Deborah Mercer

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“There’s a little patch of snow that never melts,” Auntie Millie, who wasn’t really my Auntie, said. She was babysitting me, though, of course, being seven, I wasn’t at all taken with the term babysitting. “You mark my words, Stephanie. You can’t always find it, or course, though sometimes you find it quite by accident, but it’s there, all through the spring and the summer and into the autumn, and no matter how hot it is or how much rain falls, that patch of snow is there.” That sounded promisingly...

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“Thaw of Reason” by Mitch Ricard

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George’s leg hair prickled beneath his track pants giving a slight burn to his thighs in the brisk morning air. The trees along the path were still barren of needle and the path itself pooled with mud and stagnate water. After four long months in the gym it was nice to be back outside. It was two kilometers into the run when he noticed the snow bank. Perched atop the slushy bank were the remnants of a snowman. The head of the man had fallen away revealing what appeared to be a skinned chicken but much smaller, ...

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“ Jacob's Treasure” by Corinne Christenson

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Yaaay its Saturday I thought to myself as I rolled over in bed to get a good look at the small black alarm clock set in the middle of my night stand. It read the time 8 am. Every living breathing ten year old boys excitement no school today !!!Just some good old fashioned fun!! Maybe today I will slay my first dragon . I grab the broom handle and dance down the hallway .,"RRRRAAAAHHH". There at the kitchen island sat mom drinking her morning coffee. The kitchen smells like strong coffee and hazelnuts. "Morning Jacob", mom says as she looks u...

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“A mermaid emerges ” by Chloe Hutton

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Walking up the river bank, the morning spring sunshine warming up my face, yet somehow a chilly wind still took a bite of me, reminding me that it was only early spring and to not get to carried away with the heat. I done this walk every single morning. Have done for many years, ever since I was sent away to live with my grandparents, next to the river and the seaside. I loved it, don’t get me wrong but I still sometimes missed the city and my friends, mind, I’m twenty one now so I’m rather independent and find my own things to do. I ha...

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“Take This Path With Me” by Grey Oberst

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I don’t often take this path. It’s longer than my usual way home, winding through the trees and weeds of the woods. It seems scenic enough, but during the cold evenings that I spend walking back from work, I can’t find it in myself to care about that. It’s cold out this time of year, and the sooner I can get home, the better. However, as winter fades into spring and my boss keeps finding ways to give me fewer and fewer hours, I find myself curious of what could be down there. I mean, I’m sure it’s more of what I know, but still. In this life...

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“Snow” by James Van Eaton

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The air held a deep and biting chill on the morning Will Richardson woke up for the last time. Another heavy storm had come through the night before, re-frosted the streets, and added five inches to the already high drifts of snow the plow had pushed to the curb. Richardson, who had been “Richie” to his Navy buddies, “William” to his wife, and “Commander Will” to the neighborhood since leaving both some twenty years before, leaned against the doorframe and crossed his thin, partially tattooed arms against the cold. He sucked in a breath of w...

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“Marie and Fitzgerald” by Holland Hall

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Paris, 1924 I tossed my gaze to the ground and pulled my scarf tighter around my neck against the frigid wind. As I continued the walk to my studio in an inexpensive neighborhood, my eyes were met with something peeking out of an ebbing snow bank. Most days, I would have walked by without a second thought, but something made me stop and crouch down. With a shabbily gloved hand, I pulled free the little black book. On the inside of the front cover was scrawled the name “Fitzgerald.” It looked rather ordinary, but I slipped it into my handbag ...

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“Broken Promises” by Natalie Frank

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Lucy is pulling on her leash, snarling and growling at the snow. She gets antsy this time of year - the beginning of spring when geese and birds begin to return from their winter vacation, when squirrels dance across streets merrily, barely avoiding the Minivans that rule this block. I pull harder back and remind myself that this walk is burning off the late morning calories of a frozen waffle. Damian always reminded me that I needed to lose a few more pounds, to just go for a run for once. “Carry! Didn’t see you there. Going for an easy str...

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“The Ha'ari. ” by Stephanie Njoku

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My name is niza. I am eighteen years old. I come from a small African tribe known as the khazuma people. I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born an elf, because my ears stretched out like one, but I had to be content with what I had. I have no family because they are all dead. But enough of the hullabaloo story. Let's fast forward to the year 1938 were i had to work as a servant not a chauffeur. I sat down at the back of the bakery when someone threw a rock at me. I was knocked out of my fantasy."Hey boy"I ...

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“Don't Touch” by Iona Cottle

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The first day of that week, just after the sun had begun to shine again after all the months of winter, she noticed the shapes under the snow. It was little more than a bump at that point, more shadows that structure, and other than noticing the prettiness of the contrast she ignored it and headed home.On the next day’s commute home she spotted it again, and had to remind herself of it, having utterly forgotten about it by the time she’d reached the end of the road the day before.For the rest of that week she checked in on it, but the thaw w...

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“The Home Run” by Sydney Bingham

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“Joseph,” my mom said, irritated, like she always was these days. She shook her head and bit her tongue. “Just,” she sighed, “go play outside or something. I can’t do this with you right now.”By this, she meant my homework. My teacher, Mr. Ryan, had assigned us a family tree project. Apparently, mom didn’t know much about my dad’s side of the family. Apparently, that bothered her. It didn’t bother me. I suggested filling in the empty lines that hovered over grandpa’s head with Wazzizname and Wazzername. “Mr. Ryan wouldn’t know the difference...

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“The Locket” by Madelyn Zimmer

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The woman’s pace quickened as the rain began to fall. It fell from the grey stained sky in beads, catching the dim lights of the streets as it poured. She scowled and pulled her crimson hood further over her head, casting her face in shadow. The snow had begun to melt, pooling in miniature lakes at her feet. The woman had always hated this part of spring, the rushing water filling the rivers, flooding the roads and paths and compromising the basements of a few unlucky homes, namely hers.She stopped to check her phone under the overhang of a ...

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“Kippie” by Peter Black

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The bar was full of old men who never went out. I was dining there the third night in a row because I hadn’t bought groceries since I found the hand out there. Though there was no window, I looked across the room in the direction where it had happened. Eventually Kenny brought me my burger. He was a friend. I think he didn’t know what to say. “Cold tonight,” he said. “It’s cold every night, Ken.” ...

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“The Palm Tree” by Jeremy Murphy

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The Palm TreeA 1994 dark blue Toyota Corolla merged to the left and hugged the sidewalk.“Number 224, was it?” the driver confirming with the man in back seat.“That’s the one,” he replied, buttoning up his thick coat.The driver looked from the meter to rearview mirror, “$11.50 will settle it.”“Keep the change,” the man said from the back seat then exited the cab.The roads and sidewalks where a slushy mixture of white, and brown snow, salt, and rock, not the picturesque peaceful winter scene by any means but these conditions meant better busin...

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“Litterbugs” by Magnet Marsdaughter

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Kara was taking a walk, because it was spring. Her mother had always made them take a walk on the first day of spring. She said the person who walked on the first day had a chance at catching the spring magic. They had always groaned and protested when it came time for a spring walk. It was chilly in the mornings and they wanted to play inside. It was spring break, too. Kylie, the toddler, was painting a watercolor picture, Logan and Ryley wanted to build their Legos, Emma wanted to call her friends. Tyler, the second-oldest, complained almo...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 88 stories

“What Aunties who aren't Aunties Know” by Deborah Mercer

“Thaw of Reason” by Mitch Ricard

“ Jacob's Treasure” by Corinne Christenson

“A mermaid emerges ” by Chloe Hutton

“Take This Path With Me” by Grey Oberst

“Snow” by James Van Eaton

“Marie and Fitzgerald” by Holland Hall

“Broken Promises” by Natalie Frank

“The Ha'ari. ” by Stephanie Njoku

“Don't Touch” by Iona Cottle

“The Home Run” by Sydney Bingham

“The Locket” by Madelyn Zimmer

“Kippie” by Peter Black

“The Palm Tree” by Jeremy Murphy

“Litterbugs” by Magnet Marsdaughter

🌟 Similar prompts

Before bed, you put your clock ahead one hour for daylight saving time. When you wake up, you realize you've gone forward a lot more than one hour.

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You made a promise to yourself you'd finally do it on the first day of spring. Today was the day.

Write a story about someone walking through a park on a spring evening, told only through internal monologue.

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