What’s the Story Here? Creative Writing Exercise

    It’s time for a creative writing exercise! Whether you write fiction or non-fiction, you need to boost your creativity.

    Take a look at the image above.

    What’s the story?

    Can you come up with a mini-drama of not more than 350 words?

    Here’s how it works:

    • We set the scene
    • You make it your own, and
    • Share your creation in the comments section of this post

     Now for the ground rules:

    • Your story must be 350 words or less.
    • WTD provides an encouraging and safe environment for writers to grow and learn from each other. We’d love you to comment on other people’s submissions in a friendly and supportive manner.

    Boost your imagination with this creative writing exercise

    Can you weave a compelling story around this image in 350 words or less?

    I can’t wait to read what you come up with, so please copy your story into the comments section of this post.

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    • Ionna Itzson says:

      Two young light-hearted teenagers roam through the snowy streets, unbeknownst to them the dangers that were to come on this wintry night. The young teen, long, straight dark auburn colored hair framing his delicate face, with cheeks a pinkish tone, cause of the frigid night air, had a wonderous idea to prance about the night with his beloved crush in his hand as he pulled them along. He had the strongest need to be the rebellious son tonight, for his parents were not understanding in any such way when he announced that he was a demi-boy. His father had been the most disappointed, his mother merely saying any word at all while the brown haired teen got reprimanded from his father about “being what you are at birth and no other term can change that”. He is somewhat used to these types of arguments, from before he would bring up the subject as a dinner table topic, asking his parents questions of what their opinions were on the matter. Immediately they spoke of supposed “candid” statements from “it’s only children acting normally puerile with figuring out the differences between boys and girls”, to even more fallacious statements of “perhaps boys are just trying to get into the girl’s bathrooms and vice versa”. He hated to have to watch this happening that his parents could even have these types of thoughts in their brains, but at the same time couldn’t fully blame them for this type of thinking. It didn’t stop the hurt the young teen felt when he realized that even though he had the features of a female, the term “demi-boy” fit so perfectly. Like the sweet satisfaction you feel when you put in the last piece of a 1000 piece puzzle you’ve worked on for many weeks, and finally, the completion of it showing a beautiful picture of whatever you believe is a work of art. Though the young man is mindful of the fact that he still has many pieces missing from his metaphorical puzzle, he still is on the quest to find them all. And at the moment, he takes a break from this quest to spend time with someone he’s had an attraction towards for some time now. The ideal fact about this person was that they didn’t have any issue to the demi-boy being what he was, regardless his gender and his negligent parents. Plus one significant fact about each teen was one where they shared the same deficit and were happy to have with each other. And as of right now, they didn’t care about that certain deficit because they were having the time of their lives. They stopped at one area to catch their breath, for they were running away from their problems and to mostly keep warm from the ice cold temperature. When they stopped they faced each other, each with a twinkle of gaiety in their eyes, and a gleeful smile on the faces. The person in front of the demi-boy thinks of something, unsure if it was an apt idea to put it into action or not, but decides to be daring on this adventurous night. They start to lean forward their face, hoping they are doing something right. The long, brown haired demi-boy sees this action, is in shock for a second, before finding himself leaning and doing the same thing their crush in front of them was doing. Both their eyes closed, cold lips soon to be kissed and warmed, the night could’ve been an enchanting one. Unfortunately, instead of this happening, a flash of two headlights up ahead had come into view, the ice being much too slippery on the streets, the driver of the vehicle fastly losing control of its speed from its hit of a drunken disorderly driver. The young teens couldn’t react fast enough, for they only opened their eyes from the sudden bright light that came through their closed eyelids, and the next millisecond they were struck from the car’s front hood. Both hit the hard, cold, snow-covered ground with a thud. The two young, deaf teenagers, the husband in the driver’s seat and his wife next to him, who was soon to give birth to their newborn child, were all unconscious. The disorderly driver sees the nonconscious people, calls 911 and immediately drives off at full speed away from the scene. No matter the conditions of anyone who was there; deaf or hearing, sober or not sober, pregnant or not pregnant, no one was safe from the claws of the wicked winter on this dark night.

      • Ionna Itzson says:

        Accidentally misread the rules, mistaking the “less than” with “more than”, so the story probably doesn’t count for anything. My bad. 😛

    • Elizabeth Tudor says:

      Thomas knew this was the best place to kill Shannon. It was their fourth date, and they had been snowboarding all day. She was still drunk from the seven hot toddies he’d bought her. It was her first time snowboarding, and her last. Thomas was embarrassed by how many times she’d fallen and couldn’t get up. He was glad to be getting rid of her, and thought shooting her in the head would be the best way for her to go. He imagined how beautiful her pink cheeks would look dripping with blood.

      Thomas’s luck had been incredible over the past six months. He had killed three women without anyone suspecting him. He hoped he could kill at least fifty before he died. All he needed was a secluded area, a pistol with a silencer, a machete, a body bag, and a shovel. The idea of flaying his victims was also appealing, but he would need to find a good knife.

      He had driven Shannon to a secluded spot in an evergreen forest, and shown her the view of all the winter stars. This made her kiss him. He went along with it. Women enjoyed doing this for some reason.

      Snow fell around them as he pressed his pistol between her breasts and pulled the trigger. She fell back with a soft thud. He kneeled beside her. One shot was all it took.

      “Thank you,” Shannon said.

      “Why?” Thomas said.

      “For killing me first. I was actually going to kill you.”

      “No way.”

      “I still have time. See you in hell.”

      Shannon pulled a small pistol from her pants pocket and shot him in the head. She pushed him off her, and made a red snow angel with her last strength. One of the women he’d killed had been her best friend.

      “Revenge is sweet and so am I.” Shannon smiled and closed her eyes.

    • Chris king says:

      I stopped my car along a lonely road, heading no where in particular. The door creaked open as I stepped out into the winters night.The snow fell around me, blanketing the frozen concrete. The obscurity of the dense coppice surrounding me was eerily quiet and dark. My headlights illuminated the empty road and lit up the feathery snow crystals as they glided to the ground. But, as beautiful as this dark winter wonderland was, a midnight stroll along a deserted road wasn’t my intention. I slowly walked to the front of my car ,kicking up soft,down like snow around my feet. Truth was ,I didn’t want to make it to the front of my idling car. I was afraid of what I might find, afraid that what I stopped for was actually real. My heart hammered relentlessly causing me to breath deep to relax the anxiety. As I reached my destination I looked down and my breath caught in my throat. Instantly my arms were covered in goosebumps and chills coursed my body. I turned around and marched back to my door cold shivers following me as I made my escape. In the car I put the gear shift to indicate reverse and backed up ten feet then stopped again. Gathering my nerve I waited a minute or two put the car in park and entered the night once more. I made my way back to investigate what I had saw. Footprints smaller than my own were left in the snow next to where my car was. No longer feeling alone I followed the prints with my eyes. They led away from me but ended up ahead turned around toes facing the car with no one in them. I forced my eyes closed for a few moments then opened them again. A woman stood before me golden hair glowing in the lights. I walked to her , no words were spoken. She turned towards me leaned in and kissed me. Tears were on my face for here was the woman I had loved and lost years ago.

    • divya rai says:

      I go the feeling of galaxies colliding when you kissed me, kissed me on my lips with your soft and happy lips. I swear I felt like a kid getting her favourite flavour candy. yeah! you tasted that good and with those soft lips there were this giant butterflies fluttering in my belly and somehow the oxygen around wasn’t enough. maybe it’s because of you near me, maybe because you kissed me, maybe your side smile while kissing me whatever it was, it was making me weak on my keens but then you wrapped your hands around my waist and I was grateful to you for that act. the invisible giant butterflies inside me were out now in the open, making it even more beautiful than it already was.
      the system inside me all broke down, giving way to a more strong and beautiful system and I can’t be more grateful to you for that. it was like as if I was living my all long waited Disney romantic scene. the tsunami in me all calm down now only the warm breeze flowing in, it felt warm even with that freezing temperature it was as if the sun was shining upon us. it felt how it should be felt beautiful again, like we were living parallel in a different world with the spring leaf falling upon us and it was not “just a kiss” to me it was thousand emoting play in our lips as we kissed.

    • “That perfect silhouette was the last thing I remember.”

      He spoke in such a belaboring tone, I was convinced he was lying through his teeth.

      “Mr. Podestia, sir, I’m confused. Let’s try to clear some of this up quickly.” I started this way over and over throughout my career. “So you’re telling me that you don’t drink or take prescription pills?”, with fine politesse Podestia replied, “Officer, I do not. And I believe the field sobriety test, coupled with my actions here have proven so much to be true.” “Yes sir, Mr. Podestia, you are correct about that but that is what confuses me the most.”

      This is the part in my accusation that I begin to unfold my well played hand, “Right!” I exclaimed as I felt my face begin to boil with that certain kindled red hue that naturally sets in when I’ve caught someone in a lie. “Which makes it even more unbelievable that a man in as good a shape as you with no vision problems or chemical dependencies could not see that perfect silhouette. The n a mile long open road with no one else on it!”

      While I was yet speaking. One of the forensic officers burst in the door. “Sarg you need to come see this,” stuttered, staring Jimbo, who couldn’t look away from our suspect. Mind you Jimmy wasn’t some idiot, he could hold his own. He was the most nervous wrecked of a person I’d seen that day.

      Which made me decide to take one last visual of the killer…the suspect… before leaving the room.

      When my eyes met with his, I noticed how by how much his countenance had shifted. His eyes were bleak and empty. I knew then that I was in for more than I originally bargained for.

      Inside the 83’ Allegro Bus was a scene so grotesque some of the others were crying. The smell you encountered before the door was enough to make you turn around.

      I’d never seen so much…burnt…
      Oh God have mercy,
      they’re… …so black.
      Oh my… there’s so many
      the body’s.
      Why?

    • Dana Arneson says:

      Just one kiss… “That’s all” she said. The snow was falling softly on her shoulders as I slowly leaned towards her. A whirlwind of memories from the past two days flashed through my mind.
      “I’m so sorry!” I mumbled as I reached for her arm to pull her up. I had pushed the door open right into her back causing her to fall face first into the snow. “Its fine!” she spat pushing my hand away. “I..I … didn’t see you” I stammered. She looked straight at me with the palest blue eyes. “Obviously”. She stood and brushed the snow off her legs and started to walk away. “Wait” I raced after her, “your bag.” Turning, she slowly smiled, “well hurry up. I’m not waiting forever” she tossed her golden blond hair over her shoulder. “You are buying me a hot chocolate.” I slid to a stop next to her, the surprise etched across my face. A child-like giggle erupted from her throat. “You think that was an accident? I stepped in front of the door.” She stuck her hand out “I’m Clara.”
      “Andrew?” I blinked at her outstretched hand. “Are you coming?” The movie had just ended and Clara stood tapping her foot. “We don’t have much time, the snow is really starting to come down.” I stood and stretched my back, thinking to myself, so what if we miss them, maybe I would have another day with you. “Do we have to hurry?” “Yes, silly” she giggled. “I have to get back, Christmas break is almost over.” She grabbed my hand and gently pulled me along. “Remember, you promised me a kiss.”

    • Rachel P says:

      Time was all we never had; Jake the married printer with ink blotted hands and I. We’d shared moments which faded like shadows against sorbet sunsets. When night came in he’d wash his sticky fingers and the stains of my scent from his skin. I’d lay there nestled in a bed of blankets that smelt like flowers in the throws of seduction. He’d leave me to revel in the scent of musk and roses alone. I’m just a girl with zircon eyes that masquerade as diamonds; a minnow with bushy wheat hair framing my face like down feathers. Who am I to crave his kisses like fire craves oxygen? He leaves me for not being the strawberry haired wife with milkier skin tucked behind transparent plastic in his wallet. I don’t possess the soft jade eyes that witnessed him hold his first child. Yet, I called him tonight flickering like a candle in an empty room after not seeing him in weeks. For the first time he indulges me; Obliging my desire to drape his body in the glow of my longing. He invites me, voice trembling, to a spot
      called Lovers’ Point. It’s not our usual routine or location. We typically meet at a grey best western off of highway 295 equipped with heavy peach curtains to draw, and a worn “do not disturb” warning to hang from the door knob. I straighten my wheat hair, glaze on my best pink lipstick, and throw on my only dress coat. I drive the slick roads that pave the way to Lover’s Point. What right do I have to be afraid of losing a man who wasn’t even mine. I am more afraid of what it will take to fade the smudge of his hands from my skin; Time? Maybe more time than we’ve ever had. I park at Lovers’ Point facing his turned back. I look on the ground at a sea of footprints in the fresh snow. He’d been pacing. “Jake” I call out, my voice cracking like a whip against the silence and the cold still air. He turns around not making eye contact. He hands me a weathered paper with a sparkling silver tassel dangling from its edge. I grab it from him gently, turn it over and see the jade eyed wife’s face on the front ink smudged as if washed by tears. It reads Laura Bennett December, 08, 1970- October, 03, 2010. His wife had died six years ago. I smother his lips with mine, feel his tears wetting my cheek like dew on petals. “I love you Lisa” Jake said and he kissed me as tenderly as the sky meeting the ground all around us. The headlights of my car shone through the skeletons of wispy snowflakes, and lifted us both in a cloud of light.

      • rachel p says:

        ugh this was so bad and filled with errors. Could you delete this?

        • Nadine says:

          I loved your writing so much!

    • Hannah says:

      I found myself marching up to him. Furious and in love all at ounce. It was the middle of the night, dead of winter. Snow was dancing viciously around us, mimicking my heartbeat.
      “You’ve ruined me,” was all I could get out because the moment I saw his face I forgot every reason I was mad at him. “You’ve loved me to ruins.”
      He looked at me, momentarily perplexed. “How’s that?” he asked, a smirk creeping onto his mouth.
      “You’re in me! You’re like a disease. I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I… I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t listen to my favorite song without thinking of you. You control my every motion, my every thought, my every mood. How selfish of you.” I’m rambling and crying. And not the silent tears that come down your face, but the horrid, loud, messy cry. The kind of cry you feel in your entire body.
      He opened his mouth and then closed it. His grey eyes bore into me as the silence dragged on, until finally he spoke: “But I’m nothing.”
      “Everybody is nothing until you love them.”

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    • Kevin C says:

      The Ford Escort races down the deserted snow covered road, gaining speed as it approaches the hair-pin curve at the bottom of the hill. In the drivers seat, Ralph Weaver is totally oblivious to the fate that awaits him only moments from now. He slumps on the steering wheel, blood streams from the gash on his forehead.
      At the top of the hill, Elaine Weaver cautiously pulls up, squinting to make out the side of the road as the swirling snow reduces visibility to next to zero. She opens the window just in time to hear the crash off in the distance.
      When silence returns to the country side she gets out of the car. She leaves the headlights on and walks around to the front of the car. Thirty seconds later she hears the crunching of approaching footsteps. She turns and smiles.
      “Any problems?”
      Jason Horner grins. “Of course not. It went just like I said it would. I flagged him down and told him my car went off the road. When he reached for his phone he discovered what it felt like to get a hammer to the head!”
      Elaine giggles.
      “Then it was just a matter of getting the car headed down the hill, put it in gear and get out of the way. I bet he had a lot more than a bump on the head by the time the car landed at the bottom of that ravine!”
      Elaine tightens her scarf and shivers.”I’d better get home. The concerned wife will have to call the police in an hour.”
      Jason leans in, kisses her, and smiles mischievously. “Make it two.”

    • Ashley says:

      She pulled him into the snow-covered field. He stopped every few steps, resisting, confused.

      “Come ON, Ryan!”

      “What are we doing here?” he said.

      “They can’t see us here. There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile…”

      She leaned forward, looking absolutely like a child, and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t move.

      “Sarah… I’m too old for you.”

      “Is that why you wouldn’t kiss me back?”

      “No one can know about this. It would ruin me.”

      “Why?”

      “You’re too young.”

    • Logan says:

      It’s been a while since I’ve done this kind of thing

      Frost bit into her nose. Snowflakes carressed her shapely figure. With a tilt of her head and a gasp she viewed the stars, a crown to the twilight princess, much as the snow was her cloak. A delicate smile lit her lips and she stumbled forward, snow crunching beneath her boots.
      An icy blast forced her to pull the old knitted scarf tighter round her pale neck.
      In the distance was a blob of darkness. It was shaped like a man, blacker than the surrounding blackness. Annabel felt a thrill rush through her limbs.
      The blob resolved into Timothy as she neared. His messy chocolate hair blew this way and that in Jack Frost’s wild breath, obscuring his startling blue yes.
      “I didn’t know whether you’d come.” He breathed into her ear, warm breath tickling her cheek.
      “Yess of little faith, Timothy,” She teased, “When have you known me to miss a night as glorious as this?” She asked with wide arms.
      Timothy laughed. “You silly girl, last time you were in bed for a week.”
      She reguarded him with an amused smile. “While this time I’ve got someone to look after me. And if I get a cold then so you will, we’ll be able to keep each other company.”
      Timothy sighed. “Well, if you’re going to risk life and limb to get photos then you might as well have a decent camera.” He fumbled with something in his jacket for a moment before producing a small camera bag. “Consider it an early birthday present.”
      Annabel stared up at him, eyes brighter than the stars she’d come to photograph. “T-thank you.” Then she stood on tippy toes, heart beating rapidly, and kissed him.
      Timothy stood dumb founded. His cheeks were flushed and an astonished smile lit up his face.
      “Consider it to be an early birthday present.” She said with a grin.

      • Tanusha says:

        Not bad. I like the details you add in your work. It adds that touch of beauty to it.

    • Dianna Lawson says:

      My thoughts raced as Bill drove me home from Sara’s party.
      I got out of the car and entered the code for entry, then Bill pulled through the massive iron gates leading to my parents’ home.
      “Bill, stay close to the gate so you can just back out once I am on the porch,” I blurted.
      “Ok, Sally. What’s wrong?”
      “Nothing. I don’t want questions from my Father tonight, that’s all.” I could not bear to tell Bill that my parents forced me to promise them that I would not see Bill again.
      “I’m sure I know what this is about. Your parents heard about what my brother did last week and think I am trouble – is that right?”
      “Bill, it is unfair. When we heard Carl broke into Wilson’s Garage, they were dismayed.”
      “I’m not Carl, Sally. I do not know why he did such a stupid thing.”
      “I know, Bill.”
      “Please let me drive up closer to the porch so you do not have to walk so far.”
      “No, I will be fine, Bill. Just wait until I get to the porch then back out.”
      “Kiss me bye, Sally.
      “Okay.” If only Bill knew how narrow minded my parents are, and the sad fact that they only want me to date young men from wealthy families. I certainly cannot reveal that to anyone especially Bill.
      Bill watched as Sally walked. Suddenly, to his horror Sally slipped and fell and he ran to her.
      “Sally, are you all right?”
      “My leg hurts, Bill. I think it is broken.”
      Sally’s father raced down the steps towards Sally and Bill. “Don’t lift her up, Bill, help is on the way. My baby girl – why did you walk on this slick pavement, Sally?”
      “I’ll be okay, Dad.”
      “Bill, you can leave. I will call you to let you know how Sally is doing after she gets checked out at the hospital.”
      “Ok. Take care, Sally, I am so sorry you did not let me drive you up to the porch like I wanted to do,” said Bill glaring at Mr. Young.

    • nikki says:

      It was 8 minutes to midnight and in typical fashion Maia was early. It was something she started doing as soon as she was old enough to take herself anywhere. Probably as an overcompensation for her mother rushing her 15 minutes late to everything throughout her childhood, and actually, considering how anxious she was about tonight she was surprised that she wasn’t earlier. She dug through her purse looking for that last Lucky Stripe she had begrudgingly skipped after dinner knowing she would want it in this exact moment. As she drew the match and brought it to the tip of the cigarette she spied her watch which read 11:53. On nights like this in Bear, Wisconsin you could lose a finger standing around outside for too long. The snow had begun to fall a couple of hours ago and the town was overcome with a particular kind of quiet. The kind that could drive you mad if you’d let it, but the ongoing chatter inside Maia’s head was preventing her from even noticing. Would Ty show? Would he be mad? Did he bring it with him? She looked again at her watch and it was 11:56. Midnight obviously was trying its hardest not to show up tonight but she would stand out there until sunrise if she had to. Although that would probably require more cigarettes.

      –my first attempt at creative writing! i like the idea of writing from an image. thanks!

    • Alison Alivia says:

      At first when the auto separated with a sudden crash had their relationship. Ben and Allison sat exposed to the harsh elements and shot knifes at each other with their eyes. When they found that their phones had been rendered pointless because of the remote area they ventured from the auto. As the chill of winter and the breaks of light hit them they all of a sudden felt warmth. The snow and peacefulness helped them to remember the day they met. At the point when the snow fell outside the school residence and they had slipped into every others lives.

    • Booker Hargrove says:

      “Hey asshole! A dog’ll wag it’s tail if you call it!
      The tone and words alerted me that something wasn’t right with this morning’s entrance to work. Pitney and Miller don’t condone that kind of shit. Pardon me, the company frowns on that kind of interaction. And since I knew the participants; I moved quickly between them. Billy was the source of the aggressive expression. Henry was the target. Billy was so focused on Henry; that he didn’t notice me – and Henry was glad for any buffer that might be available. So I interceded
      “Yo Billy, what’s up man? He turned and registered recognition.
      “I know this motherfucker ain’t deaf. Wanta know why a simple reply to a greeting’s too much for him?”
      Henry was easing towards the door; and Billy started to reach for him. I stepped between them; and tried to put on my most non-threatening smile.
      “Billy, let him go. It’s just the way he is.”
      The veins in Billy’s necked bulged, “The way he is; is a redneck racist!”
      “How ’bout we grab some coffee in the cafeteria?”
      Billy seemed momentarily diverted, “Yeah OK.”

    • “Morning, mom, isn’t it a beautiful morning?”
      It’s raining and my daughter is smiling…..in the morning….at me.
      “Other than its raining, yes, it’s a beautiful morning. What’s got you so happy?”
      Ooops, shouldn’t have said anything, my real daughter is emerging.
      “What do you want for breakfast? We have eggs, eggs and more eggs”
      “Very funny, I’m in a hurry. I’m going to have a piece of toast. Can we get out of here soon?”
      “Sure. Just let me get the keys. Anything special going on today?”
      “No, why do you ask?”
      “I ask every morning. You do live here, don’t you?
      I turned around just in time to catch a funny look pass over Adrian’s face. Sort of excited, sort of indecisive, anxious…..
      “OK, I’m ready, let’s get in the car. Grab the umbrella, it’s raining, remember……”
      Grumble, grumble. What did I say to set her off today. It’s a boy, I’ll bet my life it’s a boy. She’s too young, she’s only 14.
      “What’s wrong, Mom, you look weird.”
      “Nothing, get in the car, we’re going to be late.”
      That night, driving home, I wanted to ask her what was going on with her but I was afraid to. Adrian was squirming in her seat and it was obvious she had something to say as well. I pulled into our driveway and decided to start “the talk”. Just when I was going to open my mouth, Adrian nonchalantly mentioned that she promised someone she would help with their homework and might be late for dinner. Something was going on with Adrian and I was going to be there when she came home.
      It was starting to get dark and although the rain has let up a bit, it was still coming down. I was looking for a car to come up our driveway but instead Adrian was on her bike. She and a boy pedaled up to the house. They were oblivious of the weather. They uncomfortably faced each other, and then….they kissed. He left and she floated up the stairs.
      Tomorrow…..the talk.

    • Saint Boob, hero of the flaming jiggle. says:

      It was a fickle thing, the snow. It dangled in the wind, by it’s will, of it’s will. They too were the snow. Those lovers, the beautiful demigods subject to the profession of rendering the self into an idol for the people, the models. Such a life was as strange as I wrote it, the festering home of dehumanizing contortion and discrimination yet that of expression too. Madness it could be, but as per human tradition, they established a particular order within it. Was only natural that they met and loved within this system, truly.

      “Hi,” she spoke.
      “Hey,” he said.
      And the cars beheld the two in silence, each hailing from it’s own hotel, it’s own city. If one were to ask the cars why they came to this particular spot at this particular dark the cars would say nothing. The fancies of love were beyond the cars, for cars were substantiated by fuel alone. These models, however, did not just need money, they needed each other. Thus they weaved through canals of wind, it’s maddening beat, to kiss.

    • Jack and Thalia had been friends since they were three years old; their parents met at the company where they worked in and created an unbreakable bond which kept as strong as concrete over the years. They never saw each other as something more than friends, Thalia helped Jack flirt and gain over the girls he wanted to date, and he created excuses for her parents for when she sneaked out to parties or with boys.

      One night they decided to go on a double date, Thalia was trying to get Jack and her best friend together, and Jack’s friend wanted to go out with Thalia so on a snowy night they all got together to go eat at the best place of pizza in town.

      When Jack saw Thalia he couldn’t stop looking at her with devotion and a gnarl started to form in the bottom of his stomach while they took seat. A new feeling was fast-evolving on his mind, he was thinking in other way about Thalia and he was starting to worry. They were best friends, and they couldn’t be more than that for the rest of their lives…right?

      He spent the next two hours with this dilemma running around his neurons, not paying any attention to the girl next to him, whom seemed a little bit angry and disappointed. Thalia noted this and started to get angry, obviously this situation kept her from enjoying the company of Jack’s friend.

      -I need to talk to you- She said and with a simple head movement drew him out of the restaurant and to the wintry night.

      -What’s up?-Asked him, trying to hide all his thoughts and feelings. He thanked god for the cool wind, which gave him an excuse for his blushed face.

      -“What’s up?” What’s wrong with you? You haven’t even seen Vivianne in all night!-She said with an incredulous voice due to Jack’s blindness.

      He remained silence for a while until he just couldn’t keep it anymore. With a little bit of insecurity he inclined over her and with closed eyes united their lips.

    • Charlotte Wheat says:

      I pull the drapes back and peer through the blinds. Our porch light glistens on smooth uncrushed snow and highlights thick flakes drifting across the yard. I say to myself, He won’t come tonight. I know he won’t come.
      I mutter to Mom, “This gives him an excuse to not even try to come.”
      She checks the oven and grins. “If he’s as great as you say, he’ll be here.”
      “You know I love snow. But, but I’m not getting any younger ….” I slam silverware at each plate.
      “Are you setting the table or dismantling it?”
      Car lights move across our front porch. A taxi eases to a stop. He gets out – He’s here. Pays his fare – He’s really here. And steps back – He’s actually here. The taxi starts backing down our long drive.
      My boots end up on the wrong feet. I can’t get the buttons on my coat to work right. It hangs crooked as I yank the front door open. My glasses fog over. I stop, take them off and saunter out into the snow. He’s stomping his feet and pulling his jacket’s collar up around his ears.
      As I amble through the snow toward him, I’m thinking, you’re truly, truly here. But I find myself saying, “Rough trip?”
      “I wasn’t sure I’d make it. I had trouble finding a driver who would come out this far in the country on a night like this. Did you tell your folks I wouldn’t come?”
      “I did not.”
      He moves closer to me. I can’t breathe.
      Finally, I say, “Are you ready to meet my parents?”
      “Ready, willing, but scared.”
      “They’re waiting for us.”
      “Uh-huh, but first ….” He leans toward me. I lean toward him ….

    • The night was starry. The stars shone above the night sky. Everywhere there was quietness.
      We sttod there facing each other with nothing else to give or to share, save our hunger for each other.
      What an opportunity to be alone on the face of the earth. Transfixed at the centre of the equator. Nobody to separate us. On our own doing magical things. Loving ourselves. Uninhinited. Open and discreet.
      Oh how time can stand still when two hearts are one. The craving was spontenous. It reverberated through the dark recesses of our mind. There is no withholdimg of anything. Our love is a total giving.
      Me and Angel just have to express what we felt inside. It is pure love. Love as sweet as honey. A warm tenderness of the heart
      Am undenaible need of the other.
      Thats how it has always been for Angel and me. Two hearts made to become one. And we can only seal it with a kiss in the night. Bye. Cheerio my love. Sweet dreams

    • All the way in the car you feel the distance between you shrink, pulling you in closer. You turn the corner and see in your peripheral vision an arm inch closer, wish the next turn will be the sharper.
      You ask yourself does she feel the same, or is this in your head? Hearts can’t beat this fast, can they?
      Breathing is strained.
      You gulp.
      Sigh.
      Night fights to suck itself in, to witness, but you don’t want to break this frail tension no matter how dry your throat feels, how clammy your hands become. You’ve anticipated nerves but not like this. Silence only heightens feelings in your stomach you swore were infant. She’s been in your class for three straight years. Get a grip. She goes to the toilet just like everyone. 
      The car stops.
      You get out because you must, but something inside doesn’t want to move. Premonition foretells an important milestone is as imminent as the meteor shower you’ve both ventured out to see. Fate can be cruel. There are no second chances.
      Words are scarce beyond the banal. The air dries you out. You stand and find you’re facing each other.
      Silence.
      Those eyes.
      You don’t move, but she does.
      A smile.
      Her head moves closer and her eyes go to sleep.
      The sky explodes.

    • ZwengerP says:

      Love’s First Kiss

      It could have happened anywhere. We spent so much time together. “Two peas-in-a-pod,” they said. “Like Mutt and Jeff,” they said, pairing us as mates, though we had spent a decade content to muddle through as quite platonic friends. Whatever stars aligned that night withheld warning, fair or foul, this night would be different.

      Nearly home, down a country road through softly falling snow, we murmured low of life and death and all that came between. Your sudden stop, a quarter mile short of the drive, left me wondering. What caused the pause? Silent now, you stepped out, into the whitening world. Passing chivalrous behind the car, you came to get my door. I sensed a mini-lark of adventure on your mind. You took both hands and led me full into the gentle wonderland surround.

      Grainy sands of back-lit silhouette formed no disguise to mask this magical moment. Leaning slowly in, warm lips most tender sought my own, mocking frigid back-dropped flakes. Were this another place or time I might have pulled away. But something spurred me, leaning slowly in, to meet your wordless coupling touch.

      Brokered in on wings of winter – sweet, soft, silent surprise – needed only perfect opportunity to offer love’s first kiss.

    • ZwengerP says:

      Love’s First Kiss

      It could have happened anywhere. We spent so much time together. “Two peas-in-a-pod,” they said. “Like Mutt and Jeff,” they said, pairing us as mates, though we had spent a decade content to muddle through as quite platonic friends. Whatever stars aligned that night withheld warning, fair or foul, this night would be different.

      Nearly home, down a country road through softly falling snow, we murmured low of life and death and all that came between. Your sudden stop, a quarter mile short of the drive, left me wondering. What caused the pause? Silent now, you stepped out, into the whitening world. Passing chivalrous behind the car, you came to get my door. I sensed a mini-lark of adventure on your mind. You took both hands and led me full into the gentle wonderland surround.

      Grainy sands of back-lit silhouette formed no disguise to mask this magical moment. Leaning slowly in, warm lips most tender sought my own, mocking frigid back-dropped flakes. Were this another place or time I might have pulled away. But something spurred me, leaning slowly in, to meet your wordless coupling touch.

      Brokered in on wings of winter – sweet, soft, silent surprise – needed only perfect opportunity to offer love’s first kiss.

    • Iresha says:

      It was a cold dark night and clocks were striking eight o’clock.She was not in a happy mood.she walked along on the street which was full of snow.However,it was a crucial time that she had to spent.She felt a guilty conscious because she would never come out from home without informing any one like that.She expected to meet certain person at any moment while she was going.
      She stopped her feet.Atmosphere remained silent as she wished.Only one car was there.
      Suddenly one person appeared across the darkness.There were many thing went on her mind.That was the moment she was hoping in long time.
      Are you…. Sesha….? He said
      Yes……You are Daniel right ? She said
      Hmmmm………
      Then,finally you came to see me.It was a great pleasure for me. He said.
      Me tooo. She said;
      Tell me something.you tell more things when we connect with chatting.Why can’t now? Daniel said.
      she wished to talk a lot,because he is the one who loved in her mind almost one year.
      But she couldn’t wait there anymore.She was late already.She decided to give a temporary farewell to him.
      Thereafter they could meet whenever possible because he came to her country to start his career.

    • “I came to say goodbye.”
      “Why?”
      “I have to let you go.”
      “Where are you going?”
      “I’m starting a new job in New York City.”
      “Stay here with me, please.”
      “I can’t.”
      “You said you loved me.”
      “I do love you. You know that.”
      “Then why are you leaving me?”
      “Because I can’t stay here with you forever.”
      “Tell me you’ll love me forever.”
      “I do love you, forever.”
      Sobbing, he turned the key in the ignition, with a click he put the car in drive, and start to slowly drive away.
      He looked in the rearview, and smiled. He was kissing her goodbye. Never to see again where she died.

    • Akash says:

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    • Donna Hardy says:

      The snow storm had begun as they both knew she had to leave and return to her home in Florida. One final kiss to end this weekend rendezvous they shared after meeting up for the first time in 28 years. Marrying her at the age of twenty while she was just sixteen, it was their first love, a young love, yet a strong love. A flame so hot, the coals never smoldered out. He was in the Navy and gone most of their almost, three year marriage. She was an insecure 18 year old when she filed for the divorce. He never tried to stop the divorce, never asked why; but most of all, he never said that he didn’t want a divorce. She believed he wanted his freedom and that she was tying him down; since he didn’t try to stop it or talk her out of it, he inadvertently assured her that she was right. This weekend was about settling unfinished emotions, discussing the whys of what went wrong, each affirming to the other mistakes they both made. This weekend and this kiss goodbye proved there was more than a winter storm brewing.

    • Donna Hardy says:

      The snow storm had begun as they both knew she had to leave and return to her home in Florida. One final kiss to end this weekend rendezvous they shared after meeting up for the first time in 28 years. Marrying her at the age of twenty while she was just sixteen, it was their first love, a young love, yet a strong love. A flame so hot, the coals never smoldered out. He was in the Navy and gone most of their almost, three year marriage. She was an insecure 18 year old when she filed for the divorce. He never tried to stop the divorce, never asked why; but most of all, he never said that he didn’t want a divorce. She believed he wanted his freedom and that she was tying him down; since he didn’t try to stop it or talk her out of it, he inadvertently assured her that she was right. This weekend was about settling unfinished emotions, discussing the whys of what went wrong, each affirming to the other the mistakes they both made. This weekend and this kiss goodbye proved there was more than a winter storm brewing.

    • Nicholas Blottie says:

      He drove the winding mountain road, the same route every night. The snow was heavy, and the car slowed. He parked in the center of the road, leaving the lights on. He didn’t bother with the hazard lights. The crunch of the fresh snow filled the silence as he approached the edge of the mountain road. All he could make out in the black was the tiny specs of light in the town below. He tempted the mountain with a sacrifice, letting the winter wind protect him from falling. Every night he did this, in the snow, the rain, the moonlight. Every night he visited the place she had left him alone. A tear ran down his cheek, escaping only to be frozen in place before it could fall. A shadow blocked the lights of the car for a moment and he turned. She stood there in the world between worlds, a dark reflection of her once inescapable joy. She offered him a kiss. He felt a calm in this moment, the chaos of the day faded away. He lived for a hand full of seconds every night. He leaned in. He lived if only for one kiss.

    • Ade says:

      A strange image emerged. It seemed to crystallize in the negative space between them. Its frosted edges carved the outline of a cowled figure, its hands clasped before it. Beware, it seemed to whisper hoarsely, beware! As if she could hear, as if he had the means to perceive. The figure received her long hair between its hands, gently caressing its innocence. She linked hers behind her back, her companion’s thrust deep in his pockets, as they leaned in. The tenderness of their kiss swirled above the figure’s crown, like a pulsar capturing and cascading the swirling, starry snow. The figure breathed, and dropped its hands, turned side-on… then, all of a sudden, broke apart… Two figures stepped into the curving, frozen tracks….

    • Lisa A Gray says:

      I stand in the dark, with slivers of ices prickling at my cheeks, then squeeze my eyes shut, forcing the memory down, containing the tears pooling in my eyes. Pictures from that night flash in my mind forcing my eyes to spring open again, allowing a tear to escape down my cheek. I swallow hard, crudely wipe at the tear, then slowly release the material from my hand. I turn back toward the car unable to remain a moment longer. The snow continues to fall creating a white blanket covering the ground and swallowing the red scarf from view.

    • Mozbie says:

      ” this is awkward.” he thought.
      ” Gosh it’s freezing” she thought.
      ” think anyone’s seen us yet? ” they both thought.
      a light across the street turned on.
      ” Justin????!!!! is that you???!!!”
      mission accomplished.
      they broke off.
      Meg gagged,
      ” next time skip the potatoes and liver.”

    • Maria Bouka says:

      “We have to do it now” she said,tapping the cover of the thick leather–bound book.
      “Now? But it’s freezing outside!”.He croaked loudly and jumped on her desk.
      She sighed.
      “i told you,the longer you stay in this form, the harder it will be for me to reverse the spell.”
      He gulped twice and said nothing.
      She put him in the detachable hood of her sturdiest weatherproof jacket.
      “This will keep you warm.”

      It was snowing heavily outside.She looked up and down the street.No one else was around.
      Not that it mattered.The city was full of weirdos these days.Who would mind a woman with a
      frog?
      Holding the hood against her chest, she started reciting the Grand Reversal Spell.It wasn’t
      easy.The cold numbed both her mind and her jaw.She wondered if the words came out right.
      She couldn’t afford any errors.
      When she finished,she took the frog in her hands,raised him to her face and touched her lips on his mouth,trying not to feel its slimy wetness.
      She waited.Nothing happened.Her heart sank.
      Then a sound was heard, like a soda can being opened.
      And then there smooth human lips touching hers,warm human hands touching hers.
      There was Jerry.
      She hugged him so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
      “Promise me” he murmured in her ear “that no matter how mad you are at me,you’ll never use
      that spell on me again.”
      “I promise” she whispered and kissed him again.

    • Ben says:

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    • Opportunity by J.L. Jones

      Marie leaned into John’s personal zone to land an affectionate, albeit timid, kiss. Yet his hesitation caused Marie to merely whisper in his ear “I’ll never forget the time we had these last few weeks, they were the best, and worst, of my life.”

      John, sensing a missed opportunity, breathed a deep sigh of regret and replied “Neither will I. Losing my brother in the accident prompted fate to bring us together.”

      “Oh John, the stories shared at the funeral and wake were amazing. He lived such a wonderful and terrible life. But I still don’t understand why he had to be in the middle of the road when I came around the corner. I didn’t see him because of the snow. What could I have done?”

      John actually smiled, not for the first time since the accident. At least, not the first time in Marie’s presence.

      “Marie, he was in the road to prove a point. To show us all we were wrong about life and death. To help us all see that life is short, even if you lived a thousand years, your time is limited, and that in death, there is life!”

      “That doesn’t make any sense” Marie exclaimed in frustration “I killed him and I am not comfortable with your explanation!”

      “Oddly enough, I now understand what he meant. Thanks buddy!” John said to the cold night, “Through your death, Marie and I will have life – together!”

    • Long Shots – by J.L.Jones

      Marie leaned into John’s personal zone to land an affectionate but timid kiss. Yet his hesitation caused Marie to merely whisper in his ear “I’ll never forget the time we had these last few weeks, they were the best, and worst, of my life.”

      John, sensing a missed opportunity, breathed a deep sigh of regret and replied “Neither will I. Losing my brother in the accident prompted fate to bring us together.”

      “Oh John, the stories shared at the funeral and wake were amazing. He lived such a wonderful and terrible life. But I still don’t understand why he had to be in the middle of the road when I came around the corner. I didn’t see him because of the snow. What could I have done?”

      John actually smiled, not for the first time since the accident. At least, not the first time in Marie’s presence.

      “Marie, he was in the road to prove a point. To show us all we were wrong about life and death. To help us all see that life is short, even if you live a thousand years, your time is limited, and that in death, there is life!”

      “That doesn’t make any sense” Marie exclaimed in frustration “I killed him and I am not comfortable with your explanation!”

      “Oddly enough, I now understand what he meant. Thanks buddy!” John said to the cold night, “Through your death, Marie and I will have life – together!”

      Marie, with tears streaming down her cheek, could resist no longer, and lunged into John’s strong, comforting, embrace.

    • Shannon says:

      As I stood starring at myself in my small antique mirror, that hung on the wall above my dresser, I knew something extraordinary was going to happen tonight.
      I was getting ready to meet Chad for the first time.
      We had been watching each other for quiet some time now, he was different in some strange way, then other boys, he seemed caring, and genuine. His smile was like fire running through my veins. And his laugh could change any sour mood I was in.

      I finished getting ready, I really didn’t want to be late. As I krept down our long dark staircase towards the front door, skipping the fourth and sixth step, to keep them from creaking and waking up my step mother and father.
      Finally outside in the cold night air I took a deep breath, inhaling what felt like ice crystals. As I began walking my thoughts were flooding my head, that kept me from realizing how cold it really was.
      I had at least a fifteen minute walk ahead.
      We were meeting in a little Park off the west end of town, that was surrounded by trees and very little light.
      Wonder if he will kiss me, ran through my head more times then anything else, and the curiosity of why we had to meet in such an isolated spot.
      The snow was falling in big flakes and was accumulating fast.
      There he was standing under the street light, glistening like the snow…. Was it the way the light was hitting him the snow falling around his warm body or was it my eyes playing tricks on me.
      As I approached him I could see is still face turn to a small smile which made is eyes squint.
      “hi”
      I said cheerfully
      “hello” Chad replied
      Beautiful night, don’t you think?
      Yes it is Chad replied
      I’m not sure why you wanted to meet here, and so late at night, but I’m guessing your reason must be good!
      Well there is something I need to tell you, that I wanted to explain in to in person, and not over a TX or a phone call.
      I’m not like other guys, Chad started
      I know Sara replied
      I really like you Sara and would like to spent some time with you but first I need to explain something to you…..
      Sara thought about what this could all be, she could feel herself starting to be a little more nervous then excited now, it must be important for him to explain to bring us out on such a cold night and meet in such a place.

      Before any more thoughts roamed my head, I felt his warm, soft lips upon mine, and could smell his Cologne.
      My whole body felt like is was ready to collapse right there in front of him. My body temperature must be over the limit, and thought the snow around us must be melting as we shared this passionate moment together…….

    • There had been no right time. Someone or something always seemed to get in the way. He had tried, at the lake in Summer, the coffee shop in Autumn, always an interruption, as if fate had cast a dark cloud over a simple yet life changing moment.

      Then, on an icy cold evening walk back to his car, under the lamp in the parking lot of ‘Hazel’s Home Cooking’ diner, the snow swirling all around them, a laugh, a look, a kiss and the words came out in a cold visible breath that hung in the Winter air; “will you marry me?”

      “Yes! I thought you’d never ask!”

    • Hillary says:

      Driving to my childhood home for my father’s funeral, I didn’t see the 10-point buck until my headlights bore into his hide, and I could see my car in his black eyes. I didn’t have time to scream. I jerked the steering wheel right. I slammed on the brakes. I heard a tire pop. I felt the car skid. My heart stopped.

      The car came to a stop just inches from an Eastern White Pine. Someone had carved the initials ‘B.A.’ and ‘C.A.’ inside a heart on the trunk just above where the hood of my car pointed. I sat back in the driver’s seat and closed my eyes. My parents’ initials on the tree. Thank God I was only a short walk from the house.

      A thump on my window jolted me out of my seat. My body seized. I turned to the window to see my childhood sweetheart, the boy next door, John. And, everything about me relaxed.

      “Are you alright?” He asked through the window. Snow speckled his brown hair.

      I am now, I thought. I nodded and tried to fumble for my car door handle. My hands were shaking so much I couldn’t pull the lever. John opened the door from his side and held his hand out for me to pull me out of the car.

      “It’s been a long time.” He looked at me like I was a mirage. “Where have you been?”

      “In New York.”

      We stood in silence not sure where to begin closing the distance between us. He was the only man I had ever loved, and I left him to pursue my career. So much had happened since then. I didn’t know what else to say, how to explain, how to tell him I still loved him. I was getting cold. Before I knew what I was doing, I leaned in and kissed him. His cheeks dimpled in a smile as he met my kiss. I was home.

    • Annele Aarni-Wiklund says:

      For us there are no secrets, only hopes. It’s not you or me, it’s we.
      See the lights? They are calling us. It is time to board the ship that awaits. This world was never meant for us, there is an other time in the space for people like us. We are chosen, the one’s that will reach planets and other galaxies with beings we’ve never seen. But we know, there is a connection for likeminds. There is a way of speech that respects each and every one as they are.

      On earth life is black and white. Snow melts to water and flows into the dark of the night. The darkness will clear and the whiteness shine in the frost of the sun. But before that, you need to clear your mind, surround yourself with quietness and appreciate what you have. Only then can you reach the skyes, travel in time and know that there is a place for each and every one, for you and for me.

    • They thought they were having their “happily ever after.” Until a car came barreling down towards them.. lol

    • Kenya says:

      It was where we played as children. He thought that he loved me. It was where he let me know that we should see other people. Before that day, I looked forward to going to college. We talked about coming back for weekends and how long distance wouldn’t hurt our love before that morbid moment. My grief over the lost relationship overshadowed Freshman week and getting to know the people on my floor. My poor roommate stopped trying to get to know me and became besties with our suitemate. I sat, ate, studied and walked alone so much that I almost didn’t exist. In regards to University life, I was a shadow that maintained excellent grades. I came home so often during my first semester that my Dad forbade me to return until Thanksgiving. When I came home for the holiday, my mother warned me that I needed to pull it together for dinner and our evening festivities. Unbeknownst to me, I was the only one taking the break up hard. He had pledged a fraternity and met his latest girlfriend. She was a member of his sister Sorority. She had not come home with him for the holidays. But, she had met his mother during a school visit. The disloyal cow liked her. She broke the news to my mom upon her return. No one told me how much he was flourishing because of how deep my emotions were. They hoped that while I was away, I would meet someone or make friends. When I returned home, I was a little less of a shadow but not nearly as close to the person they knew me to be. Our families were close and always shared Thanksgiving evening in my Dad’s man cave watching football. As family and friends filled the house with stories, laughter and sympathetic looks for me, I decided to escape. Despite the fresh snow falling around me, I made my way to the top of the hill. To my surprise, there he was as if he knew we would be there. We talked and with a gap as big as the emotional distance between us, we leaned in and gave a last kiss to each other and the place he held in my life. It was a happy Thanksgiving after that.

    • Vickyfaye says:

      It was amazing, beyond amazing,that in a world gone crazy they found themselves standing across from each other. As the nuclear fallout rained down upon them they leaned towards each other for a single kiss.
      That’s about right thought Claire. All it took was the end of world for this guy to finally notice me. My luck just keeps getting better and better!

    • A Kiss In The Snow

      It was a beautiful Winter’s Night. Christmas Eve, a light snow falling and a sky full of stars. There was no wind not even a slight breeze it was magical.

      In houses 104 + 105 across from each other on Maple Street, lived Katy and David. These two were close friends when they were children but haven’t seen each other for years. They were both home from the city for the holidays.

      Katie emerged from her home to get her Christmas presents out of her car. She noticed what a beautiful night it was and as if she was 10 years old again, she stepped into the street, arms out to your side and begin catching snowflakes on her tongue.

      She didn’t know she was being watched as David was scooping the sidewalk but stopped when he heard her come out. He was in awe as he gazed at her child like actions remembering their younger years together, they were inseparable. Then graduation then college and they went their separate ways. But now as he’s looking at her all he can see is beauty and all he can feel is butterflies.

      Slowly and unsuccessfully trying to be quiet, he walked to her. She could hear the crunching of the snow under the furry, white snow boots you could tell was a gift from Grandma.

      She turned to see who was there. They were both silent. With their heads covered in snowflakes and the Stars twinkling down, they stared into each other’s eyes and grinned like they just got chosen for the lead role in the school play. Then his grin began to fade. Standing arm’s length apart, he began to lean towards her, she to him, and there it was…A Kiss In The Snow.

    • ca says:

      We set on holding hand in hand, stepping carefully and the snow below had already hid the path so we separated first just not far, then a bit more holding hands. She looked like a tiny bird, shaking in the cold and wind, and she promised a reward if I go with her. She simply separated, released my hand from her firm grip, turned toward me, standing firmly and said: \
      “Now, this far, I am going to try to kiss you.”

      ”The reward?”, I asked.
      She nodded slowly and laughed.
      She, then, leaned towards me with her hands right above the back of her waist to keep her balance. I had only litttle time, enough to move my head gently toward her, but not to far toward her with my hands still in the pockets – to receive the reward.

      Now, when photographer who happened to hear the word ‘reward’ took his camera to made the shot, realised that could be his chance he published the photo and when we found him, they just clicked. While I was hesitating, she saw determination in his move.

      And, I am not talking about the hesitation the first time we were together.

    • ca says:

      I knew I will miss my chance with her from the very beginning. But when that photo was published and got so many positive comments and I read them so thouroughly and so enjoyed experience of each and every situation described I knew she had already left me. I did not have any idea when or where, or why. I did not want to think about it as I enjoyed every signle moment of our time together.
      Yes, our time together. Walking through the gardens talking about flowers and trees studing later at home with a cup of tea or hot chocolate. Or, what I even more enjoyed, her shopping time. She would not buy the article she found perfect for her. Instead, she would leave it, she wanted a day or two, sometimes even weeks until she went back to complete the shopping day. She was totally in it as the articles she was trying and keen to buy, was the crucial thing for the world to exist. And then thinking what else she already has it would fit, and the moment when I realised that she took me so as to pretend that she is talking with me, while she was just thinking aloud.
      When I told her that I had a kind of abuse in the process, she just laughed and brought out a tie from nowhere.
      Yes, she took me throught the park even that one night When we walked toward the park I had never gone through at night I even hesitated for a while, but then she suggested trying to find the path under the white cover and under the snowflakes covering our shoulders and heads could help us forget what each of us is still troubled with.

    • Timothy Cole says:

      “I’m leaving.” Jessica started the car, turning on the headlights and catching the swirling snow that had begun to fall thickly. Muriel made a motion as if waving goodbye. The tops of her impossibly adequate boots were covered in a thin, melting layer of fresh snow, the fake leather darkening and swelling. They’ll be forever stained Jessica thought.
      “He’s not coming.” She began to back the car to turn around.
      “I know he’ll be here.” Muriel spun herself around in the snow. Already fourteen and irresponsibly in love, she made her sister bring her to this lonely park where a certain boy had promised to meet her and give her a strawberry kiss.
      Bradley had shoved the note at her in study hall – “Meet me tonight at the park, and I’ll show you what a strawberry kiss is like.”
      She kissed Bradley before: in first grade, in third grade, and, after the boy-hating years, in seventh grade — lots of times in seventh grade. But never open-mouthed, nothing Frenchy, no tongue, no teeth, no spit, no swapping gum. She was sure tonight would change that; if he wouldn’t, she would. She would grab the back of his head and not let him go.

      “It’s no big deal,” Jessica told her. “Once you’ve done it, it’s done.”
      Muriel threw her book at her. “Take me, you’re old enough to drive.”
      “Not without Mom or Dad.”
      “It’s two blocks.”
      “You can walk.”
      “Not after dark.”
      “It’s going to snow.” Jessica stared out the window at the dark.

      “Here he comes.”
      Jessica quickly turned the car so that Muriel stood in the headlights’ beams. A boy, a tall boy with a scarf tied under his chin stepped up to Muriel.
      She leaned forward. Their heads touched and their lips met.
      Jessica, embarrassed, turned her headlights off.

      Muriel raced back and got in.
      Jessica turned a questioning look at Muriel. “So?” Muriel’s happy face was cold and red, melting snow dripping from her hair.
      She opened her lips, revealing a strawberry between her teeth.

    • Bahar.Afsari says:

      Although that game was too arduous, and the previous steps were really hard to take, but this last one was the hardest.Finding a woman , waiting somewhere in the route for u, kissing her in 2 minutes and then leaving her in that violent storm, to go the the icy_castle. Your award was for you there, but that kiss, that eyes, that gift….that dilemma!

    • Jack was waiting. All tensed up, hiding behind some bushes. Would she come? It seemed impossible.
      He heard the noise of an engine. Through the storm he could just make out a small car. It stopped and someone jumped out before it drove rapidly away. It was her! Could it be true? Had she really escaped and made it to the meeting place?
      This was the dream coming true. They had planned to run away together, escape from her claustrophobic family who hated him so and tried to stop her seeing him. All right, he was nearly twice her age, but they were in love and that was all that mattered. He had a cousin with a small-holding on a remote island off Orkney. They would hide out there and slowly sort things out, get work, get married eventually.
      The snow made things easier. It would be harder to trace them now and they would have time to get away. He had it all organised. They would drive his old banger to Ipswich and abandon it there. Then they would get a train to Scotland and then the ferry across to Kirkwall. There they could disappear into the mist of sea and islands.
      Then they could start to be happy. When she was a little older they could marry and cease to be in the power of her crazy family. Her father had threatened him with a shotgun. Now they could get away from all the problems and people in this crazy place.
      He stepped forward. She rushed to him and they kissed.

    • TIGHT IN THE SNOW, A HOLE IN MY HEART
      Once upon a time. There lived two lover birds namely Esther and Godfred. Though they loved each other so much , the degree of their affection wasn’t as intimate as recent.

      During their High School days , not even air gets to blow between the duo.
      Anytime Godfred ask for a kiss or a perk , Esther seems reluctant and shying to do so.
      This made Godfred resilient and wanted to part ways with Esther.
      This was described as a major shock among the students populace. They (students) couldn’t just fathom how suddenly the two lover birds turned against each other! Godfred believed that Esther had found a new lover and hence her changed attitude. However, Esther just wanted a distant friendship.

      Two weeks after what was termed a semi-break up , a tour was organized by the school’s authority.
      The duo though semi-friends decide to embark on the excursion too.
      They visited so many places including Aburi Botanical gardens where snow was abundant.

      As they explore the beauty of nature and the spectacular landscape, in the heart of the gardens, the two lovers engaged themselves in a lest expected romantic stare mood. In a serene environment coupled with a deeming rays of lights, as the weather chills and ice melts ,the two lovers kissed each other all day long. And lived happily till now.

    • Anh Nguyen says:

      Mary,

      This is the first time I joined a creative writing exercise here at WTD. I’m loving the idea! Here we go:

      She listened to the waves hitting the shore, he was walking besides her as she reached out to hold his hand.

      “You two, give me a good pose!” Their wannabe photographer friend chimed behind them.

      “You can’t see nothing in the dark.” He cocked his head still looking at the stars.

      “Well, what do you think flashes are for?” Wannabe photographer retorted. “Come one, I want a good shot for my Flickr album… give me a kiss!”

      They finally stopped walking and stare at each other.

      It’s their last day at the beach, the rare moments they could leave their busy college lives behind to simply have a good time with friends and they all want to make it as memorable as possible.

      “You have to pay us for being the models.” He turned to their friend who’s already adjusting the exposures on his Canon 550D.

      “Stingy bastard!” Wannabe photographer whined while shooting anyways.

      She chuckled at their childishness before leaning to give him a kiss.

    • They probably should not have got out of their car. They had walked just a couple of steps toward the object that had fallen from the sky and crashed, when some sort of hatch opened in the crunched up object and four weirdos appeared. They turned to each other simultaneously. He shouted, “Get back in the car.”

      One of the weirdos raised and pointed all four of its arms at them, paws flat, and they found they couldn’t move their feet.

      “So sorry. Our ship is irreparable. We are taking your vehicle, your… car, and we will go somewhere where we will wait for rescue.” The weirdo was not speaking in the sense of making sound, yet they could hear it clearly.

      “You will need us to drive it,” he tried.

      “Oh no. Our minds are enough to make your car do what we want. Good bye.”

      The weirdos went past him, got into the car. The car door slammed and they were gone.

      They could feel the freeze climbing up to their thighs. They were no longer able to move their knees. He tried, hard, as she cried, but it was useless, and the freeze kept climbing.

      When it was at their waists, she stopped crying, leaned forward and said, “Kiss me, Jack.”

      He did.

    • Nicolas says:

      Cindy had just arrived in canada where she had been visiting some friends, she was a very beautiful young woman with long reddish hair,
      Her skin was as white as the snow and her eyes were blue like the sky.
      There she met this nice young man.
      And while they were out on a date they stopped at a nearby park to take in the beautiful snow scene-
      ry, almost immediately they found each other coming closer and closer and engaged in a kiss.
      Sometime later the young man starred into her eyes and said, did you know that there is an old tale about this park and a young lady who turns couples into snow.

    • Helene says:

      It took a long time to get to this point, I thought afterwards, inside. I thought about my hands, taut at my back. I could sense his reluctance as well, was it because of mine? Our distance as laughable, I thought, now, as adults. I cringed a little, but then couldn’t help smiling to myself. I would see him again; it was never even a question.

      The truth was, I had wanted to lean in, let myself be drawn in by the warmth of his mouth on mine, the soft firmness of his lips, the energy, the solidness of him, tugging at my heart, running through me so much I thought the snow would melt around us.

      I went inside afterwards, my thoughts shushed by the loud quickness of my heart, adrenaline blinding my thoughts. We had only just reconnected, but the weight of the realness of it was palpable like the weighted stones we had played with at the lake so many years ago – kids, playing together, with only glimmers of knowing of love or sex or attraction. Now, all of that swam in the space between us, with only the falling snow daring to enter the chasm, blithely unaware of what lay in between, decades of love and life, joys, fun, sorrows. I wondered whether those kids could bridge the gap, from where we had been to whom we had become. It made my breath catch, the sheer discovery of it all.

      • Dave Braaten says:

        She leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I’m afraid you left the car in neutral my dear.”

        • Charlotte Wheat says:

          Love your humor!

    • Once again she closed her eyes. Every time her eyelids met her lash lines she saw it. His figure; the last time she would ever see it. His smile formed those crinkles around his eyes that made her stomach flutter with excitement. His beard sparkled with snowflakes, falling fresh to the ground and encompassing the couple with a blanket of young love. His hands rested on her waist as he leaned in for another kiss, which filled her body with warmth like a sweet wine. The image of their last gathering brought to her flashes of their first meeting.

      It was at the local record shop, and they were both reaching for the same beloved album. She still remembers the way his crooked grin had brought color to her cheeks and taken a small, sharp breath from her lungs. He had not only allowed her the victory, he paid for the record and requested her company at the Indian spot down the street. She could remember the spice of the curry and the sweet of the mango as she thought of that golden afternoon. She would give anything to feel as she felt on that sunny autumn day.

      But that feeling held a sweetness which she was certain she would never taste again. No man would have the place in her heart that she forever reserved for her lost love. The poor soul who would perhaps fall in love with her someday was never to receive her whole heart. He could never amount to the man that had swept her off her feet and given her the love she had always dreamed of.

      And now, as she reminisced on their short time together, the corners of her eyes stung with fresh tears. If she could ever love again, it would not matter. Her heart was perm-pressed with the image of a man she would always love and never hold again.

    • Mike Smith says:

      (Note: Tracks were on driver’s side.)
      As John drove the jeep thru the winter night snow storm, older brother Tom sat in the passenger seat complaining.
      “You’re driving my brand new jeep too fast. I don’t want us to end up some snow drift.”
      ‘We’re almost there,” said John. I think her house is just around the bend. Oops! Almost lost it.”
      “Hey careful! Where did you get your driver’s license from? A Cracker Jack box? Slow down. She’ll still be there.”
      “Her parents are out of town for the weekend.”
      “You don’t say?”
      “Yeah. Tonight’s our night. I can’t wait to see her. We’re finally going to do it,” swooned John.
      “But you still want to get there in one piece. Right?” asked Tom.
      “There’s her house,” said John.
      “Are you sure with all this snow swirling around?”
      “Yeah I’m sure. I see her standing on the porch to wave me in.
      “Thank God for cell phones and directions little brother or we could have drove right past her. Pull up in her driveway.” directed Tom.
      “What else was I going to do?” John slowed down and pulled up in the driveway.
      “Now remember I’m picking you up at three Sunday afternoon. Be ready so I don’t be late for work. Got that?”
      “Got it,” said John. “Look. She’s running out to meet me.”
      “Stop the Jeep right now so I don’t get stuck backing out.”
      “Alright,” said John as he stopped the vehicle and threw it into park. Then he jumped out.
      “Remember. Three pm,” said John as he climbed over into the driver’s seat. “Don’t keep me waiting or I’m leaving without you.”
      “You wouldn’t.”
      “Oh wouldn’t, little brother. Can’t afford to be late for work. Got Jeep payments.”
      “I’ll be ready,” assured John.
      “Good luck with her, brother.”
      “Thanks for the ride tonight.”
      “Go. Run to her,” said Tom as he closed the Jeep door. He reversed the ride and began to pull out the driveway.
      John and the girl ran to each other and longingly without saying a word… they kissed.

    • Now she was stuck on the side of the road and it started to snow and sleet again. I was as though the weather gods couldn’t make up their mind on what havoc to play on her. Here she was with her car battery dead sneaking off to meet her married lover, Sam.
      Sarah waited and waited hoping he would find her. She tried her cell again, but couldn’t get a signal. Why did she agree to meet him in this god-forsaken place? She asked herself. It was in the middle of the woods with only two access roads. She began to wonder if she miss-understood his directions and took the wrong exit.
      She searched frantically in her purse for the piece of paper, but couldn’t find it. In her mind’s eye she saw herself writing the directions on a piece of scrap-paper in her kitchen. “Damnation…I must have forgotten to take it,” she cried.
      Sarah began to shiver and hugged herself for warmth. Tears began cascading down her icy cheeks when suddenly her eyes grew wide seeing lights in her rear view mirror. She let out a loud sigh-of-relief knowing it was Sam. Her heart began to pound in her ears with excitement as the crunching sound of his footsteps approached the driver’s side of her car.
      “I didn’t think you were coming,” she cried, as he opened her door to reach for her.
      “You’re like ice,” he said. “Why don’t you have the heat on?” He wrapped in his arms.
      “My battery died, I thought I’d freeze to death waiting for you.”
      “Come,” he said, leading by the hand to his car.
      She slipped on the ice and began to fall, but he caught her.
      “Are you okay?” He asked.
      “I am now that you’re here,” she said, leaning into him for a kiss.
      Just then another car approached. They never saw the woman behind the wheel as she aimed her BMW at them in revenge. There was hate in her eyes as her car picked up speed slamming into them tossing their limp bodies in the air. Her car swerved on the icy road spinning in a circle. After Losing all control of her car, the only sounds you could hear were her screams and a blaring horn as she crashed head-on into the trunk of a towering tree just off the side of the road.

    • Someone says:

      Prince, a fairy tale

      Joanna was an atypical girl. A beauty of her own kind. Her friends were video games and bicycle during days and Poppy the teddy bear at night. Her birthday gifts proved that each person she knew viewed her differently. This year, she got a skateboard from her mother, 17 by 17 Rubik’s cube from her uncle and a makeup kit form her sister. But the gift she loved most was from her grandmother from village. It was a tiny frog, with a pistachio green skin and shiny big eyes. She fed, cleaned and took the frog for a walk every day. Even after 2 months of tending the frog hadn’t gotten his name. She tried hard to think a good name but nothing seemed to work.
      One day, Joanna took the frog for a walk to the nearby stream. She loved to immerse her legs in chilly water of the stream while the frog played on her lap. Every time she looked at the frog, she felt a deep sensation of love and beauty from it. She would smile with joy while shiny amber eyes stared back.
      It was a cloudy dusk. Black lofts of clouds rolled in darkening sky. She knew it was about to rain. She got up to go home. Then suddenly, the frog jumped and disappeared among the bushes. She went after him, searching everywhere for his shiny amber eyes. The frog jumped carelessly among the bushes hiding from her. She frowned. She knew it was teasing her, playing with her. It was a delight yet she disliked it in some way. Then, “Gottacha!!” she screamed. She had the tiny frog in her hands. It was about to rain. She headed to home.
      The raindrops grew heavier every time. The drizzle became downpour. She walked as fast as she could, with her hand as shade for the frog. At the midway, she watched down to check the frog. The amber eyes were staring back. She couldn’t help blushing. She felt its studdy skin on her hands. The frog seemed to enjoy the caress. She knew she loved the frog. She raised the frog and gently kissed it.
      After a split-second, she felt human lips on hers. When she opened her eyes, it was a handsome boy with hazel eyes staring back at her, just like the amber eyes did. She glanced at her hand and the frog was gone. Finally, she got name for her birthday gift, ‘Prince’.

      • Otherone says:

        Finally, the princess kissed the frog

      • Maria Bouka says:

        I really enjoyed your story! Magical ,but believable at the same time. It seems you like fairy tales
        as much as I do.

    • Kathy Stark says:

      “I promise I won’t do to you what he did to me,” he said, front teeth beginning to protrude slightly. “How did you get here anyway?”
      “Marcie dropped me off. I had to see for myself.” Rowen explained through tears. “But, she didn’t want to stick around.”
      “I love you, Row, and always will.”
      “Okay, but quick – before he realizes I’m gone,” she said as the car’s headlights too soon lit up a night resplendent with glittering snowflakes. The kiss was brief but warm, frozen lips or no. She really didn’t understand how it could be since he had been dead and buried In a grave of snow for a full 48 hours.

    • Jack and Jill were in love. Nothing could separate them. Not rain, sleet, hail… Well, maybe snow. The day Jack got the call that he would be transferred to the Artic, Jill was horrifed.

      How could she live in a sub-zero climate with no neighbors within 100 miles? Instead she could be bombarded by Polar Bears, penguins, and the Abominable Snowman.

      Jill’s heart yearned for the love of her life. After one month of Jack’s absence, she could stand it no longer. She bought a pair of knee-high snow boots, packed the thickest, insulated coat with a hood, a muffler, then added a pair of woolen mittens along with 730 books. Enough to keep her entertained for one year…she hoped.

      Jack met the dog sled and thanked the man who delivered Jill. the man drove off yelling to his dogs, “Mush on, you huskies! Mush on!

      Jack swooped her and all her things off it and set her in the snow. She leaned over and kissed his glowing face in the Artic moonlight, wondering, “What in the world will I do when I’ve read all these books?”

      • Oops! I should have had Jack swoop Jill off the sled “before” the sled took off. LOL. That’s what I get for making a revision afterward. And not paying attention.

        • Margaret Fieland says:

          Cute story. Thanks for sharing.

    • Mimi says:

      “Its really hard”

      “What is?” I asked as we walked slowly.

      “This” he said “This forced celibacy. I feel any time I’m close to you, the only thing I want to do is.. ”

      His voice trailed, shifting his eyes to my lips.
      I avoided his look, afraid he would see desire in mine.

      “But you know why we cant?” I whispered “Our parents? what will they say? ”

      ” I don’t know” He shrugged as if to say, he didn’t care our faith preached celibacy!

      But I knew he cared. Everytime he shrunk from my touch, I knew he cared.

      All our lives, we were taught to honor God with our bodies. Practice abstainance! It is the will of God, they said.

      Yet! how could we deny..

      “I think we should kiss” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

      A grin spread across his pale face, and then it fell again.

      “A kiss wont hurt’ I added quickly. ” This is how we will do it! “

    • Once again she closed her eyes. Every time her eyelids met her lash lines she saw it. His figure; the last time she would ever see it. His smile formed those crinkles around his eyes that made her stomach flutter with excitement. His beard sparkled with snowflakes, falling fresh to the ground and encompassing the couple with a blanket of young love. His hands rested on her waist as he leaned in for another kiss, which filled her body with warmth like a sweet wine. The image of their last gathering brought her flashes of their first meeting.

      It was at the local record shop, and they were both reaching for the same beloved album. She still remembers the way his crooked grin had brought color to her cheeks and taken a small, sharp breath from her lungs. He had not only allowed her the victory, he paid for the record and requested her company at the Indian spot down the street. She could remember the spice of the curry and the sweet of the mango as she thought of that golden afternoon. She would give anything to feel as she felt on that sunny autumn day.

      But that feeling held a sweetness which she was certain she would never taste again. No man would have the place in her heart that she forever reserved for her lost love. The poor soul who would perhaps fall in love with her someday was never to receive her whole heart. He could never amount to the man that had swept her off her feet and given her the love she had always dreamed of.

      And now, as she reminisced on their short time together, the corners of her eyes stung with fresh tears. If she could ever love again, it would not matter. Her heart was perm-pressed with the image of a man she would always love and never hold again.

    • Snow tried to feed him; he spat it out. It attacked his face and body; he shuddered. Just seventeen, and he’d already been bombed, nearly drowned at sea… and now what madness was this?.His eyes stung. He would surely freeze to death.The boat journey image evaporated. Survival was all. In minutes, he was a trembling human snowman.He’d leapt from the lorry as it slowed, but where was he? What should he do next?.He knew he was in England, but where in England? His mind was whirling as fast as the white stuff. A woman was suddenly next to him, clutching his arm. “I saw you from my cottage over there,” she pointed. “What are you doing out on such a night? You’ll freeze!” “I’m lost,.” he managed, teeth chattering. “Come with me.” she said and he silently thanked Allah. .

    • Teeway Lee says:

      LOVE IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END

      Love is something that unites two beings that initially one and then separated into two different types. Each type has advantages and disadvantages.

      Love is like the “fuel and fire” which provides information to anyone who enjoyed it, because love gives zest for life, the power to unite, and the power to life after life. In fact, the course of true love is always with passion, but passion itself will leave love. As an entity, love requires faith, namely as the container is described as the “lantern” or “torch”.

      Love is the power that negates distance, place, space, and time, so that God will examine human beings on the meaning, the appreciation, and the implementation of love, which is offset by giving faith, and will be tested in life and death.

      In this case, it can be equated with the understanding that a woman who has (or rather entrusted by God) love energy in the form of “fuel and fire” (the complete unity of darling and affection, or of love and passion) as the power of love wholeheartedly (promised by commitment and consistency that is managed by the sacred with honesty to serve and dedicate all her life), while, a man as a person who is loved by her, and so could have led with a lantern or torch as the power of faith given by God. Then, the unification of the two to share with each other for establishing the means of shared (Ark) which therefore could eventually be run through carefully the path way back home to God in perfection.
      Based on the brief description above, it is understood, that human life is an opportunity, in pairs is the power and life is an assessment.

      Consequently, the “Making Love” is a process of unification between the energy of love and faith need each other (attract each other) to the balance of flavors in order to interpret, appreciate and practice for the assessment of life to life after life.

      -oOo-

    • Michaela says:

      The man was pushed out of the car with a whiplashing force. Aside from the biting sold snow surrounding him, he was relieved to not be cramped in the back seat anymore. After sitting still for a moment, waiting for someone in the running vehicle to make the next move, he had given up, and began his walk home; at least he hoped he was heading home. The icy tundra seemed to spread out for miles in every direction. What little light the car offered told him that there were no distinguishing landmarks for as far as he coiukd see.

      After about 30 seconds of walking in what he could only assume was the right direction, the passenger side of the door slowly opened, and swiftly slammed shut. The man could hear, and he stopped dead in his tracks. There was no use in running. He turned to face her, the woman who had held him in her basement and tortured him for days. With the headlights behind her, he could only make out the silhouette of her yellow coat, which almost seemed to be a little yellow dress. She took her time approaching him, almost dancing in the space between them.

      As she finally approached him, he saw a smile playing at the corners of her full lips. He looked down at his own feet in shame and fear. Her hand slowly reached forward and lifted his base to hers. Her smile revealed her perfect teeth, which was always her best feature.

      “Are you ready to pay for what you did to me?” she asked.

      He remained silent.

      “How about one for the road…for old times sake?”

      She pulled him forward and planted one lingering kiss on his already frozen lips.

      “Goodbye, Charlie. I might actually miss you one day.” With her final goodbye, she walked back to the waiting car, and left Charlie to be alone in his icy grave.

    • We are supposed to meet at the coffee shop at eight tonight. That’s where I tripped over his shoe one year ago today. Then, he helped me up and we starred deeply into one another’s eyes. Right away we had both felt that “magic” between us. Had a year gone by already?
      I got so busy today with one proverbial “fire” after another. I just can’t say no to anyone. It is now seven-thirty and I am running out to meet the train and get there. I hope I can make it on time.
      The train was on time but there is not enough time to take the path most well lighted and most traveled. Oh, it’s already eight and I am running down a dark alley to short cut. I see someone coming in the gentle, glistening snow. Is it him? It is!

    • Mimi says:

      “Its really hard”

      “What is?” I asked as we walked slowly.

      “This” he said “This forced celibacy. I feel any time I’m close to you, the only thing I want to do is.. ”

      His voice trailed, shifting his eyes to my lips.

      I avoided his look, afraid he would see desire in mine.

      “But you know why we cant?” I whispered “Our parents? what will they say? ”

      ” I don’t know” He shrugged as if to say, he didn’t care our faith preached celibacy!

      But I knew he cared. Everytime he shrunk from my touch, I knew he cared.

      All our lives, we were taught to honor God with our bodies. Practice abstainance! It is the will of God, they said.

      Yet! how could we deny…

      “I think we should kiss” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

      A grin spread across his pale face, and then it fell again.

      “A kiss wont hurt’ I added quickly. ” This is how we will do it! “

    • Nia Carter says:

      Creative Writing Exercise
      7/30/16
      Nia Carter
      Snowflakes were falling. The kind that pile up surprisingly fast. I was grateful that Ron had put the snow tires on for me, one of his rare acts of involvement in our fading relationship. As I rounded the bend in the road I saw a man and woman arguing as she leaned against his Jeep, her arms folded. Ron’s jeep. It was dark and I couldn’t tell if she was someone I knew. As I got closer, the disagreement escalated. Her arms flailed as her anger boiled over and she shoved him, then fell to the ground from the force of her strength and right into the path of my car.
      I stopped in the middle of the quiet road, now deserted, and coated in those insidious snowflakes that were supposed to pile up to 4 inches by morning.
      Ron and I stood together looking at the woman who lay silent and curled in the proverbial fetal position on the pavement, about a yard from Ron’s Jeep. Neither of us said a word. We couldn’t speak. After a few minutes we looked at each other and spoke the subconscious language of man and wife.
      Ron got the shovel out of the back and I dragged the body to the other side of the Jeep. It was over in an hour. Like it never even happened. We walked around the Jeep and looked up and down the road and then at each other. He took my hands and pulled me close. His kiss said everything I needed to hear.

    • Sef says:

      The truck skittered left in hard packed snow, then its passenger door flung open. The boy jumped out, no bag, no snow gear. It was as arranged. The jeep reversed away, engine squealing.

      She switched on her flashlight. “I’m here. Have you got it?”

      “Yes. Are you sure about this?” His eyes flickered side to side.

      “Just give it to me.”

      “Has to be mouth to mouth.”

      “Whatever. Here’s the cash.” She passed him a wallet, the kind you get when changing money at an airport. He stuck it in his back pocket without even looking at the contents. “Do it.”

      “You won’t spread it to… People who don’t deserve it? Once you’ve got it….” A shiver rippled through his whole body. “Everything makes you afraid,” he said.

      “Sounds great. Get on with it.”

      He kissed her. She wrinkled her nose afterwards, as if he tasted unpleasant. “Now you’ve got it. The dormant strain. Remember, it skips one, infects one. The next person you kiss-”

      “I got our. Here’s your ride. Goodbye.”

      The jeep screamed up again and the boy, still shaking, got in.

      The girl stared at him through the one clean semicircle on the windshield. Then she switched off her flashlight and disappeared into the swirling snow.

      • Janie says:

        I want to read the rest of this story! It’s totally teasing me as to where this event led from, and where it might lead to. I should be editing my own stuff but now want to either read this or write my own version. Dangit.

        Well edited too. Nothing superfluous or distracting. Nice pacing and rhythm. And you leave enough space for the reader to fill in details. Very enjoyable!

    • Kristen says:

      Initially when the car broke down with a sudden thud had their relationship. Ben and Allison sat in the cold and shot daggers at each other with their eyes. When they discovered that their cell phones had been rendered useless due to the remote location they stepped from the car. As the chill of winter and the fractures of light hit them they suddenly felt warmth. The snow and tranquility reminded them of the day they met. When the snow fell outside the college dorm and they had slipped into each others lives.

    • She had said “Don’t bother. In fact, we have not our feet in the snow”.

    • Rosca says:

      Once upon a time, there was a guy named Jim.

      He was a very good writer.

      All throughout highschool, he would become that kid who could write your essay for a good $20 and a beer.

      As he had gotten older, he utilized his writing in multiple occasions.

      He could write his way to $1,000,000 within 2 weeks! What a crazy guy right?

      Jim lived a great life but sometimes he felt empty. He would write for days on end.

      It started to slowly take a toll on him.

      Every writer

      Hell

      Anyone engaged in the creative field would go insane due to being lonely. It naturally happens. And the only solution is to go out and actually engage with humanity.

      FOLLOW THE STORY

      After going to the bars with a few friends, Jim finally figured out what he needed.

      Tinder.

      And that’s how the creative exercise ends.

    • Harry thought he was the only trained seal that liked to dress up like a human. Sally thought she was the only one. Then they saw one another. And it was magical.

    • “We can’t see each other any more.”
      “Why not?”
      “My dad says it isn’t right.”
      “Why?”
      “He thinks we are getting too serious about each other.”
      “Is that why he’s backing the car out of the driveway?”
      “Yes, and if I don’t come, he’ll make me walk home in the snow.”
      “Can we still be friends?”
      “In school, only.”

      I never should have told my dad we met at the LGBTQ mixer.

    • A Kiss in the Snow

      One cold winter night
      came a thought, quite compelling.
      All during the evening
      each one found their mind dwelling

      on the chance of a meeting.
      In spite of the weather,
      he and she, each in turn,
      tiptoed, light as a feather,

      past a mother, a father,
      so peacefully sleeping,
      and as quiet as mice,
      went outside, each one keeping

      an eye on the snow
      falling down from the sky.
      Each went to the town square
      where they met, With a sigh,

      the leaned toward each other
      for a lightning quick kiss,
      thus fulfilling a dream.
      Ah, happiness, bliss.

      Margaret Fieland

      • Rosca says:

        LOL.

        This exercise was pretty fun wasn’t it?

      • Thanks for the poem, Margaret!

      • Lee Allen says:

        Margaret, I grew up in Longfellow country, was positively STEEPED in his wordsmilthing, and you have the same spark! Good story, GREAT poetry (for a amachoor!) so KEEP ON KEEPING ON to fame, fortune and MANY MORE such fine examples of the writing craft.
        Thank you for submitting it, BELIEVE ME, IT ROCKS!
        Sincerely,
        [email protected] aka (Ms) Lee Allen

        • Lee, glad you enjoyed the poem. I love writing rhymed, metrical verse in spite of its lack of popularity among “professional poets.” I’ve been writing it for years. I was in grad school when the arpanet (predecessor of the internet) was a new thing. I developed my own algorithm for generating rhymes, which I find useful even now that computer networks put online rhyming dictionaries at anyone’s fingertips.


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