Stream of Consciousness

A Light Flurry
That's it. I'm moving back to Florida. Mom said to give it a chance; it's barely my first semester, but snow just isn't for me. It's too cold and there's just too much of it. Jackets? Layers? What's the point? It still finds its way into my unmentionables.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
Songs of the River's Repentance: A Tale of Jengu's Grace
In the heart of a village nestled along the banks of a meandering river, the people suffered beneath the unrelenting grip of a merciless drought. Crops withered under the scorching sun, and the once vibrant community faced the specter of famine. Desperation hung thick in the air as the villagers looked to their king for answers.
By Gaia Mokoena2 years ago in Fiction
Regal Romp in the Icy Playground
The glacier temperatures were in the low 20s. The air was crisp and clean, with the scent of evergreen pine trees perfuming my surroundings. Playing hide-and-seek with my treasured blue rubber ball was a fun time. As Timmy launched the rubber toy into the winter sky, I watched my toy arch over the snow drifts and bury itself into the oblivion of the wet white blanket.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunter
Lying here, in silver twisted twilight’s fate. Face staring up at the sky. The world froze to my face. The pain, inescapable.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
there's music out there. Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge.
Have you heard the snow? Drank its waters from the ice hole four feet deep? There’s clarity to this element, gentleness in feather-falling flakes that drift effortlessly.
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Fiction
Hope In The Cold: Winter Pursuit
It was a frigidly cold morning as I picked up my emergency backpack and pulled out my cross-country skis. I called out to Jasper, my chocolate brown labradoodle, to get a move on. Time was not on our side. The previous night's arctic blasts and snowstorms would complicate this search.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Fiction
Ready for Winter to End
Snow and ice as far as the eye can see, patches of street indiscernible from road or yard. A thin glaze of ice, snow packed firm, conditions in which no one should venture forth. Fluffy drifts of snow danced upon the wicked wind. Severe gusts that cut like knives straight to the bone. Frost-nipped fingers and bitten toes. Noses and cheeks red from winter’s burn. Pale gray clouds blot out the sun—dull, achy fingers, joints, and feet inside, where heaters and furnaces struggle to keep pace.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Fiction
Captured in Time
In the quiet corner of a dusty attic, nestled among forgotten memories and discarded relics, I, a once-beloved camera, lay abandoned. My metallic body, weathered by time and travel, held within its lenses the stories of a bygone era—the tales of joy, sorrow, and the fleeting moments that escape the clutches of time. My journey, however, was far from over.
By Andy Kru2 years ago in Fiction
Doctor Arrested for Creating Human Statues
January 20, 2024 Boulder, CO On Friday Dr. Elijah Sudema, a geneticist at the University of Colorado Arnoult lab, made his first appearance at the Boulder County Court. Dr. Elijah Sudema was arrested on 14 counts of medical malpractice, reckless endangerment, first-degree assault, first-degree false imprisonment, theft of medical products, stolen property, 4 counts of embezzlement, and 2 counts of real estate fraud.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Fiction
Pond Socks
It was the dead of winter, and Timmy McDowel was sure that Ridgewood pond was finally frozen enough to skate on. Hustling to get dressed, his bedroom door opened. Being a red retriever, Ellie immediately began nibbling at the thick socks Timothy was pulling onto his feet. Giving in to her demands, Timmy tossed a stinkier sock across the room.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Snow Angels
The storm rolled into Boston just before midnight. The power went out sometime around two, disconnecting the entire south end neighborhood, including the slow charge on Brendan’s iPhone. Luckily, he never actually needed to use the alarm on his phone because that job was proudly performed daily by a trained professional.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
A Life of Quiet Observation
I've had SUCH an interesting life! There's been good and bad, quiet and exciting. The important thing is to stay strong and straight, looking towards the future. Keep a good attitude and you'll be OK.
By Lisbeth Stewart2 years ago in Fiction