Short Story

A soft blanket of snow fills the road like an artist preparing a fresh canvas waiting for imagination to flow from his paint brush. Laughter fills the path as a group of children walk home from school. One of the children’s names was Catherine. She was basking in all the wonderful wintry-wonderland scenery. Instantly her feelings of awe and amazement were replaced by fear, replaced by petrifying fear, they were replaced by really, really, really petrifying fear. In the woods, a dark figure loomed about and then vanished. Alarmed, she pointed to where the dark figure was before it vanished. Almost at once she asked herself was this real or just a figment of her imagination? You decide.

It would be wise for him to leave now before it’s too late but as always something distracts him. With a sentimental fondness, he watches a young girl with a age of five or six years, as she stares up into the night sky trying to glimpse Santa’s sleigh. Then he smiles broadly at her squeal of joy as the first flakes of snow begin to tumble to down, dusting everything with a soft magical powder. Her parents shiver and wrap their scarfs tighter around their faces while clutching song sheets in their gloved hands, determined not to let the chilly weather deter them from this annual traditional.

Once he reached him he crouched to the ground so he could be at eye level and from the ground picked up a small hand full of snow. He looked at Thomas, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Then he looked back at his hand and his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly the snow levitated from his hand and swirled through the air with a slight blue glow. The sparkling snow dance through the air make images of the dragons and centaurs Thomas had only seen in his dreams. Then the snow traveled to his injured knee and tightly wound around it, bringing a crisp, cold feeling to the scratches. Thomas gasped and the older teenage boy chuckled. The boy dropped his hands and the snow fell to the ground once again returning it to it’s regular color. Despite the cold, Thomas pulled up his pant leg and inspected his knee. A thin scar marked where the large cut had been only moments

It was so close to Christmas I could almost smell the steaming marshmallow filled hot cocoa in the air. After we had been at my aunt's house all day it was finally time to open one present! “ Go pick out your present but remember it can only be from a relative” said my mom. I walked over to the Christmas tree which was in the corner near the rusty yellow cabinet. I admired our Christmas tree decorated in our new shiny ornaments, and our old memory-filled ornaments. I pick the one with reindeer wrapping and huge red bow. “ To Spencer, From The Ayers” it reads. I gently tear the wrapping paper from the square looking box. “ Could you go any slower” said my dad. I rip open the present a little quicker. I finally unravel the grey sparkely tissue

Through squinting eyelashes, on which icicles formed by now, I watch as the cold is catching up with everyone I love. Peter’s body enslaved by the cold as his whole body trembles while his teeth chatter with a thrumming sound. My mom cups his tiny hands between her palms, and rubs them while blowing her warm breath on it. “Mommy I’m…..co..ld,” he winces. “Oh baby here..” My mother removes her shawl and wraps it tightly around Peter's

The snow tube bounced along the pristine blanket of snow as I screamed, the cold, crisp air filling my lungs. Every moment it seemed as if I would fall face-first into the white, powdery snow. My terror must’ve been evident on my face, because my “friends”, Lydia and Karen, whom were on the snow tube behind me, whispered something to each other, while looking at me. Karen’t black hair and Lydia’s blond hair whipped in front of their faces, obscuring their expressions from view, but I could imagine how mocking they must be. They darted their eyes at me, occasionally giggling. Ever since we had gotten to the snow-tubing place, Lydia and Karen had acted like they were long-lost buddies, completely ignoring me.

Jonas felt the runners of the sled glide effortlessly through the soft powdered snow. He felt the warmth of little Gabriel in his arms with his chubby fingers grasping the rope. The twinkling lights became clearer and he thought he could catch a glimpse of small figures moving through the windows. The thought of warmth and food made Jonas push even harder to get there. His heart was pounding and he barely felt it when a piece of ice scraped by his face, but Gabriel did and he let out a huge wail, jolting Jonas out of his dreamlike state. He blinked a few times, not yet losing his perseverance. Facing himself back towards the town ahead, he saw… nothing. The town was gone, replaced by an endless expanse of freezing snow and ice. Gabriel let

“Hey Audrey, let’s go to lunch,” my dad said. I had to get my jacket on and save my worries for later. I had the jitters of Christmas coming up, but I was losing hope of getting my wish from my list this year. About a month before, I wrote a persuasive letter to my parents telling them the reasons why I should get a cat. Their reaction was really subtle, so I didn’t know what to expect. On December 23rd, we decided to go to Five Guys for lunch. I thought we might go to the one down in Santa Cruz because it recently had opened, so I put on some Christmas cat socks, just for a bit of hope to stop by the animal shelter.

BREAKING NEWS: “A man was seen being knocked unconscious and dragged into Ripple Lake by what appeared to be a humanoid fish as of last Friday. We have just learned this. Is this just another hoax or could it be true-“*Click* David tossed the T.V. remote onto the couch in the living room as he walked toward his own bedroom where his wife laid in bed. “Did you just hear that ridiculousness on there Janet?” Said David. “Yeah hunny there is no way that can be true.” Said Janet. “That’s for sure, pff fishmen, ha that’s something”. Said David

When I woke up that beautiful Saturday morning I remembered that my cousin was coming over to help decorate our barn for Halloween. She had to do it for a service project with a friend; also she had to work for five hours. I was excited at first but then I remembered the ladders. “ Here are all the decorations that I want up,” Mom said, “and you have to put all of the garland up high so that none of the teenagers will knock them down.”

Jessica and Nancy had been planning a trip for a while now to head to Mexico, and stay at the La Villa Hotel. Jessica is 20 freshly out of college. Nancy is 21, still in college working to get her master's degree. Both girls live in Los Angeles, California. May 22, they decided would be the day the finally got out of that tiresome town. Nancy had gotten a 5-star room for both her and Jessica to share, it came with two king size beds, and a restroom and kitchen included, considering it was going to be an extended stay. On May 21st, Jessica and Nancy left their home and headed for the Los Angeles airport.

They announced it in every corner of the globe, even in our small city in Nebraska, the war was over! I remember our friend and next door neighbor running over to tell us the good news. My mama and I were so excited that we could hardly stand it. Our neighbor stayed late into the night, “ Do you think that he will come home?” my mother whispered. Of course she was referring to my papa. He left to fight in the war almost a year ago. We were having a hard time trying to make do. My mama got a job in the factory, said we should be grateful for it, but I found that it almost made life harder for us. She would come in late, and I would have to have supper on the table and finish all of the chores and things because she would be just way too

The embers in the fire-pit glowed in Asmund’s deep, brown eyes. He stared into the flames as a calm aura washed across him; he knew they were coming for him. Yet the seasoned warrior’s heart knew no fear, only honour. Either victory or Valhalla awaited him and both promised glory.

Our morning started like any other: me, cocooned in cotton but so very free—because there you were, curled up beside me. Slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast. Outside, snow spiraled through the late-December air. Peering through the frosted window, I smiled, reveling in the thought of us, living inside of our own personal snow globe. As I reached for the remote control to turn on the weather channel, my mind danced with visions of the day ahead. Maybe we’d go sledding in the park, or watch the local boys play ice hockey on the lake. The day was ours. The world was ours.

I began to feel excited as I saw a bright light around me. My heart made me begin to make me feel happy and excited. I started feeling like I wanted to sing and laugh. I saw a path, so I followed the path. The path leads up to a big house with many windows. When I got up closer to the house, I saw many candles in the windows of the house. The candles were red, green, and yellow. I knew right then that those were Christmas candles to light my destiny. It was the way for me, and it told me that the house was Santa's house. Just as I neared the steps and knock on the door, the door opened. A