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Winter Stories

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"It was a beautiful kingdom," someone always began. I looked up from sweeping in response, hoping they continued about this 'kingdom.' They never did though, all I knew was, that it was the Kingdom of Thorns on the other side of the eastern mountain range...

The Little Things

Happiness is hidden within the little things.

Beams of light reflected off the icy surface into my weary eyes as I took my first steps into the cold. Save for the rows of barren trees, the development had become a veritable tundra. The morning sun was still young and had greeted me, suddenly and ener...

Survival

Surviving winters wrath in the Great White North.

Biting into one's soul, turning cheeks red, making them burn as if on fire.Tears form, freezing, not letting your eyes blink.Welding nostrils shut, diminishing your ability to breath, burning throats and lungs as mouth is forced to open, when needing anot...

A Winter Retreat

As the cliche goes: a me-time (a gravely needed one, at that)

Hours of road monotonythe GPS, a self-imposed dictatorshiptired, bored, no more beauty in the snow...thena private gateway;a much anticipated spectacle:The Inn.A compelling magnificence.No need for a color, a shade, or hue;a winter embrace of splendor;the...

Cold Memories

Seasons Spent Pondering, part 1: Winter

As the snow falls silently outside my window, I sit here dreaming of you. I miss the way you smiled at me when I would run off on a tangent, then forget what I was talking about. I miss how you would sit at my desk working intently as I lie on the bed and...

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Access to the honey-pot denied, Ants crawled back to winter. I followed them to the horizon of slumber, Where lullabies hung in the drooping trees, Where dreams came dropping from the skies. Are you keen to strive back for the honey-pot? Returning is as t...

Stand fast or the world will eat you aliveWith no remorse nor blink of an eyeYou think it gives a shit whether you live or die?Why don’t you off yourself and give it a tryYou’ll find you get more credit dead,The world will spit on you till you can’t even...

The Cold (a short story)

Whilst apartment-searching, Kat notices something strange about her new landlady...

The cold seeped through the seams of her flimsy jacket and Kat shivered violently. The icy finger of a zephyr curled its way around her neck like a scarf and raised goosebumps over her back. Impatiently, she pressed the doorbell for a third time. The snow...

WINTER The frost covered grass,The icicles dangling from rickety windowpanes,The thick blanket of cotton wool over the gardensAnd our hearts. Children’s laughter,Festive decoration,Woolly hats and mitten gloves,Smiles all round. On the hearth of the firep...