Stories tagged “winter”
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It Was Left in the Tree
“Theo, you get down from there,” his wife called through the winter air. Theodore clung to the bare limbs, continuing his ascent. He cursed her under his breath, words he wouldn’t dare say aloud. The smell of cold wind across dormant ...
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Skis
It’s snowing today. It hasn’t snowed on a Wednesday for the past two or three weeks. Today, it is snowing, and snowing means powder. Fresh powder. None of that crappy machine-made stuff. No, this is the real thing. I don’t even need to wear my go...
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How My Impromptu Adventure Began
My fist connected with my stepfather’s face: black-gloved, angst-ridden, unadulterated teenaged anger against unprepared, first-class jerk flesh. It was hardly a fair shot, but I took it anyway. What happened was this: I had just stepped inside m...
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What is 'The Torrenge'?
“-what they do. You will never hear a liberal admit when they’re wrong, because honesty is just anti, anti…well anti-what they believe-“ “That’s what I’m saying, and to hear these people whine-“ Click. Sweating, dark. Hazy picture,...
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Remembering Our Present
I still had a few minutes before I had to leave, so I decided to see what was happening in the world. Murder, murder, rape, murder, dog-show, murder. Good times. The cable news channels were busy running the top story which featured the sixth anniversa...
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Paranoia at the Bad Waitress
At this point I realized I was pouring sweat. This woman comes out of nowhere and hits on the very medicine I’ve been using all evening? Would chance allow this sort of thing, or was this some low grade sting set up by one of the security compani...
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Minneapolis by Night
She got up in a more dignified manner than this place was used to seeing, turned and walked out the door. I was now alone with my coffee and once again wishing for the comfort of just one shot of Belvedere. Missing person. Naive wife. A trip down to Br...
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What Would Jesus Write?
“Wait a sec,” I interrupted. “I thought you were the publisher. Isn’t your company called ‘Bristol Publishing’?” “Well yes, we have that capability, but our main source of business here is the actual prod...
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Where are you Green?
Stroll outside And you will see Exactly what is missing To me. For the trees Are dead. The trees Are brown And creak lifelessly Barely a sound. The winter is bleak For no colors will grow. The only excitement bearing Is fresh fallen snow. The thing I d...
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Winter Generation
Longyear orbits within the Habitable Zone of the blue giant Atlantica once every 80 years. It has only one large landmass, at about 18 degrees north latitude. The planet’s axial tilt is very small, and Longyear’s weather is bearable without...
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Winter Princess
“I love you so much.” I remember that day..When I told Damien I loved him. I did- love him, I mean. I suppose that’s why this all started in the first place. Because I loved him. Because I loved. He’s dead and gone…with the wind. Like the ro...
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Train/Wheat
A pair of train tracks, extending toward horizon’s gate. A train on them, carrying sixteen random people, rushing headlong into wintry cold. Sixteen passengers reading magazines; gazing out their windows; sleeping sprawled out in their compartmen...
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In the Spring
Warm days gave slow way to the damp and chill of Fall. Soon snow and harsh winds swept from the North, and the state went white, full of peace and still. He took the time, kept up in the thick walls of his home in the woods, to mourn, grieve, and come ...
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The Start of a Good Day
I smiled as I lay in bed with eyes still closed. The odd light told me that my dream had come true, but I was scared to look lest I jinx it. At long last, I peeked with one eye. It was just as I’d hoped: the first snow of the year! It fell all ni...
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The Tree Song
If it were possible for trees to speak, then this would be their song. Not just oak trees, or willow, but every tree. From the far eastern shores of the world to the west. Shore and mountain. From seed to mighty giant they would sing. And their words w...
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A Winter Tree
Winter freshness kissed Lilly’s cheek as she selected a tree and sat at it’s feet. Her hands crushed into gentle snow and left shadowy imprints as she leant backwards. She did not want to sing today, she shouldn’t have come. The trees...
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A Winter Tree Song
It was then, with haunting melody echoing through the empty woods, that Lilly felt the wind stroking her arms. The trees whispered as the wind caught their empty branches and screamed as it whipped their snowy bark. Lilly let the symphony hold her and ...
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Samhuinn (Lament for the Death of Summer)
Once again the seasons have changed their many coloured cloaks, and I am left thinking of the times past. You were so warm when we met long ago, yet now you are steeped in winter, resting – knowing that spring must come again. Here I stand, still...
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Winter Harvest
He descended his basement stairs and entered his workroom. It had lain untouched for months, but now that winter had reared its ugly head, there was work to do. Approaching the deep-freeze, the light glinted off the surgical instruments, catching his e...
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White Ocean
He passes the silhouettes, himself knee-deep in snow. They are a mess of arms and spaces shooting through the curtain and the glass. When he crosses the street, he sees two bundled figures arm in arm and hears the laughter spurting through their cotton...
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Winterscape
White, It’s white tonight as I look upon the sea of snow that covers the land in a blanket that is freezing, yet warm. White is the moonlight that reflects off this white water, giving the illusion of twilight at midnight. White are the stars tha...
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a strange alliance
“What we have…well, I couldn’t possibly describe it,” he said leaning over the table, trying to look serious. He was failing. “You’re right, it is a strange little arrangement we’ve got going,” I offered....
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A Winter Sketch
The close was glass-icy. Deep troughs where tyres had skidded revealed a mirror glazing the gritty road. It was still – the rumbling of the city and motorway in the distance and the eerie chant of shivering wind chimes a little nearer. Ice clung to t...
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The Wall
The cold winter air bit down on his skin. He couldn’t remember when he was comfortable. He hated this job. All he ever did was walk and stare. He paced along the wall staring at oblivion. He could only guess what lie behind that forest. There wer...
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On a Winters Night
It was a wintering night among the hills of Boulder Creek. The fireplaces were lit, the dinner tables were left empty. Cars laid scattered around the road. “Hello.” A young girls voice shouted down the road. “HELLO.” As she shou...