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Amkele stepped out of bed and opened the curtains of her large rooftop loft. It had beautiful view of Summerside City. It's snowing. She was never a fan of winter, it made her feel alone. But absolutely loved the snow, she thought it made things prettier. She sighed deeply. The winter of my 30th, she said quietly to herself. She always thought she'd be married with kids at that age, but she hadn't been ...
Silvia stands at her bedroom window, peering through the blinds. She is mesmerised by the falling snow, silently enveloping the world as it slept.
The light dusting on the bare branches of the trees in the park opposite reminds her of icing sugar on the sweets of her childhood - the crostini and the cruciddati. Traditional sweets, made in the ho...
Anna smiled at Euan and Euan smiled back.An inexplicable wave of emotions rushed through her, like a dangerous torrent crashing through a riverbed. At first, she thought she imagined his smile but the wink he gave her after cast away any doubts. Trying to compose herself, Anna cleared her throat and shyly turned away from his crystal blue gaze but knew deep down that there was no fooling him. They sat across one another in a circle with three other friends who were happily chatting away, oblivious to the flirting going ...
An ancient, high and creepy looking castle towered over the river. Flocks of black crows flew around the sharp spire flapping their wings and croaking loudly. Black clouds completed this picture, making it even more sinister. The clouds may have been caused by the strange aura of this place, but most likely they were just precursors of the blizzard that forecasters promised tonight.
The Cold Heart
An innocent ray with all its subtle vitality and dying liveliness was coming out of the window. There was a strange , never ending war going on between meek rays of sun and omnipotent , , despotic , callous cold which was omnipresent, sole and alone ruler of bone chilling January. Anna s’ dead white fingers were cleaning the fo...
“Come on Kate, pack your bags it’s time to go” I hollered up the stairs to the master bedroom. “Okay, give me a second I’m still trying to figure out what all to bring to this bloody cabin. You know I haven’t been to Northern Michigan since I was a girl, I don’t want to freeze” she said with anxiety in her voice.
“Just make sure you bring that heavy winter coat I bought you and you’ll be fine. I ...
“Crystal! Hurry up, I wanna go sledding! It has been years.” I looked up above to see Sage waving ecstatically in the distance with her huge board. She was planning to put both of us on that board, I just know it.
“I’m hurrying! I’m hurrying!” I shouted back to her. She tried to bound up the mountain as fast as she could go. I couldn’t help but laugh at her bounding up the mountain. It was as if she was being tra...
“Just a little bit further,” I hear my boyfriend whisper into my ear, his hands covering my eyes so I wouldn’t yet see where we are. We take a few steps forward before he removes his hands from my face. I open my eyes and take in the amazing view.
“The beach?” I ask, totally shocked at the location he picked out for my birthday picnic.
“Don’t you like it?”
“I… I love it. How did you know I love the b...
At the edge of the world the cabin sat, perched gingerly on top a steep hill top surrounded by tall trees and frozen streams down below. It was my first time in the mountains; there was a stillness that existed within its nature, a solitude I was not accustom to, being so far away from civilization. I glanced at my phone on the table, half expecting it to ring or give off any assortment of noise for that matter but it n...
My eyes ache from starring into the snow that mesmerizes through the windshield, now missing the wintery afternoon sun sinking beneath the hills. Was I not more than half-way to Bill and Louises' cabin, I could have exercised my privilege to book a hotel, get room service after a steaming bubble bath. Just as my weariness threatens to close my eye-lids, ahead, lit by my headlights, I spy 'Daisy Hideaway' — a beloved fami...
Will tries to pull the door open, while I watch, slowly unable to feel my feet which are almost covered in ice.
I shake the snow off, trying to get some feeling back in my feet.
I rub my mitten covered hands together and put them on my face, attempting to feel some heat.
He keeps pulling at the wood, and finally, with a jerk, it opens, pushing him on the snow-covered gro...
Jane was a full time worker at the famous company, Fabour. It had been three years since she had worked over there. She worked for the first two months at Fabour as an intern. Jane's boss, Mark was Jane's best friend along with two other friends, Lia and Jacob. They were classmates during middle school and high school. For the first two years of college, Jane and Mark were peers while Lia and Jacob had gone to another col...
It was summer time. The roses were in bloom, the hydrangeas were out in all the parks. In
Kirstenbosch Gardens, through which she jogged at weekends, the dahlias
were showing off their bright pink,
yellow and crimson colours. The trees on the mountain were every shade of green,
with sunlight picki...
Set your story in a remote winter cabin...
Trigger warning: PTSD
A scratching at her door made Joan look up from her smashing. She smiled. It only meant that Astra was back from her hunt. She glanced out the window and to her surprise, saw it had started to storm again, with the wind howling around her house, and snow piling up. Joan had been so absorbed in her writing that she hadn’t even realized it. She jogged to the door, grabbing a towel ...
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