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A couple settled in across from each other at a table next to a window with the perfect view of the hillside, empty of anything but the blanket of mother nature's winter splendor. The full moon shed its light on the snowflake’s gracious dance through the night sky to the earth below collecting their contemporaries as it accumulated. Lodgers roamed about the room, heads tilted back, admiring its vaulted ceilings with massive trunks of wood crisscrossing the span. Others delighted at the staircase with its spindles of hand-carve...
The saddest part about the day I met your mother was that it was also the day her husband died.I still remember that morning. Rainier was as calm and as clear as you could have asked for. A single layer of stratus clouds grazed the rocky peak and you could see every detail of the summit from the doors of the inn. At the base of the mountain, the last bits of white had left the fields to a vibrant green and a clearing along the dirt path rode all the way to the foothills.All signs pointed to a good day for a climb....
She would leave. It was the best possible solution to their problems. Who was she kidding? A romantic getaway with a man who had given up months ago couldn't...wouldn't fix their problems. So she made up her mind. At first light she would leave their beautiful chalet and their relationship forever.
She sat in the great window of their cabin and watched the sun come up over the silver-tipped mountains....
[CW: couple of swear words]The two dogs lay in front of the fire. Their warm, breathing bodies had settled down on the hearth rug for a doze. Outside, the snow storm whistled on. A pair of skis slumped against the wall, dry and clean.Wilf was reading his book, in sweatpants and an old pullover, legs splayed out towards the fire, feet swathed in thick woollen socks. He’d hardly left the high-back Chesterfield chair since the weather turned.He glanced up as a flame crackled. There was plenty of wood in the le...
“Crap.” Thomas smacks his thumb against the buttons of the chord phone several times before accepting the soundless drawl on the other end. His heart thumps with agitation and anxiety as he realizes they are most likely stuck in the chalet until morning. All the two could hope for would be that someone would be able to get to the cabin.
“What?” Alison narrows her eyes and slides around the corner. Her arm...
Insane. Mad. Idiotic. Those were a few of the words that were tossed around when Sheila told her family that she’d cashed in her retirement and bought an aging inn on Mount Olympus in Greece. But as she stepped out of the stone and thatched building with her steaming cup of coffee and breathed in the clear, clean scent of mountains, snow, and freedom---she couldn’t find an ounce of care for their opin...
The sun glistened off the powdered snow-covered mountainside as Darren and his friends exited their vehicle at the ski resort. Hundreds of people made their way from cars or from the chalet with one purpose in mind; to take on the snow-covered giant before them.
Darren and his best friend, Shane, decided to grab a hot cup of coffee before hitting the slopes. J...
The first time that Allie fell in love happened when she walked into the new boba milk tea shop that opened up across the street from her college.
Up until that moment, she had never really believed in the concept of love at first sight. Sure it sounded nice, and it was all over the fairytale books and movies that she had been exposed to when she was growing, but she knew that it was nothing more than a f...
I listened and waited for Lizzie to say, ‘when’ as I poured the milk into her teacup. Adding milk was the easy part, having committed to memory the exact shade of her favourite beverage. She’d always smile and claim my expertise was more due to luck than judgement. I’d chuckle in response and put it down to my discerning eye and training with inscrutable baristas in far-flung lands.‘Almost perfect,’ she’d say, after judging the colour of the steaming brew.‘You’d expect no less,’ I’d say, and she’d raise a finger to curtail o...
The steam from the pot misted my face and lightly coated my beard. I poured the hot liquid into her ‘Unicorns Are Mystical Like Me” mug and the “Beardlicious” mug she bought me for my birthday last year. The water seeped through the bags of my homemade blend of herbs. We have tea every time she comes to my place. Though her aura warms me up from being near her, it is a bonus to feel the well-steeped elixir coat my ...
Bells chimed as I pushed open the heavy doors to the chalet, shielded from the harsh wind at last. Outside, the plush snow taunted visitors with its welcoming appearance, only to lure them into a hellish storm. “Finally back, Vi?” said my younger sister, Jessa. I scowled at her, fighting the urge to reprimand her for refusing to join me on my trip to the store. I only trudged halfway there before falling victim to the icy cold. Jessa sat with her knees to her chest, the book she had been engrossed in propped on the...
Her frail hands lift up the tea kettle the same way she’s done every morning for forty-seven years since they wed. She carefully fills two delicate tea cups painted with birds. She carries both cups of tea and gracefully walks to the veranda lined with blossoming flowers. One is for her, and the other is for her love.“Here you go dear.” she says while placing his tea on a small bistro table as she sits across from him. He’s looking in the distance as if deep in thought. They would always observe the birds a...
Heaven-Knows-Where, England - 1813"Cracked? What do you mean, cracked?" "It means there's a split in the wheel, Lissie," Poppy Haythorne said matter-of-factly. She had just returned to the halted carriage, and was currently brushing a dusting of snow from her cloak. "Or that's what Jo says, anyway."Felicity Appleton huffed. This entire trip has been a disaster thus far. She, Poppy, and Jo had left London bright and early two days ago, intending to enjoy the cold weather a...
As I headed up the side of the mountain on the ski lift, I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful view of the sun hitting the fresh patch of snow. I jumped off of the lift at the top of the mountain. I started skiing down and my ski hit something under the snow, I started falling…. The next thing I knew I woke up in a hospital.
Have you ever sat down and thought abo...
A little quaint diner sits nestled along the treeline of the rich evergreen forest of West Virginia, standing in defiance against the kudzu slowly wrapping it's suffocating arms around the sickly green exterior. The soul occupant, a young Diane Henderson, stands behind the counter in her white apron and baby blue flair dress. All of the customers have since gone home, leaving her to her nightly ritual of hot tea and read...
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