My girlfriend Jenny asked me to go pick up her mom from the airport that morning. She had a 8:00am arrival time from Atlanta. I am not sure why I did, because me and Jenny were on the last leg of our relationship. She had just told me that she was thinking about seeing other people. I knew for a fact that the star guard on the college basketball team had a...
It was the worst snow storm of the year and she wasn't even sure why she was out here in the shit but she needed to get home now and so she drove on. It was getting late when Shelly drove up to the little bar and had to stop. The roads were icy and she couldn't go any farther now. Parking out front she walked into the bar quickly seeing as she wasn't truly d...
This story is my entry for the 2012 Valentine's Contest. Please give it a fair read and vote at the end. I appreciate you taking the time to check it out, and hope you enjoy it. _____________________________ "I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate travelling for work. I hate driving in snow in the winter travelling for work! And you know what I hate even more...
This was not going to be pleasant. The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. Ho...
Here is a little tale about what happens to one woman when she gets cabin fever and heads out for a simple afternoon of skiing. If you enjoy, please vote (and next you are out skiing in the woods and see a little cabin sitting there, you never know who might be waiting inside)! * Cindy pulled back the curtain and sighed. Still snowing. There had been reco...
John looked out the cabin window again. The snow was falling faster now. There had been snow flurries most of the afternoon. The accumulation so far had amounted to about four inches. Now it looked like it was going to get serious about it. The weather people had predicted this one, and for once it looked like they might be right. There was suppose to be ano...
Wind raged through the low scrub, driving the snow like pellets. No glimpse of sky nor marked trail emerged from the wintry blast. Maude knew they were lost. Hours before, her husband's back had disappeared into the frozen gloom. Now she trudged on, half frozen, with just two of their original party. Terrified of being left behind to die, she struggled to st...
ON THE GENTLE HUNGER AND SLOW SEDUCTION OF JASMINE PILCHER (If you haven't read chapters 1 and 2, you might want to look them over first. . . .) The first thing I heard the next morning was the radio in the kitchen talking about a winter storm and the gentle sound of Jasmine Pilcher singing a church hymn – and a crackling. Not coffee this time but – I snif...
Edited by Penn Lady This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. Authors note, This is the complete story. I'm sorry for the wait, and hope it was worth it. I know it's strange reading about Christmas in the summer, but think of it as Christmas in July. Also, there is added material to the first two parts that were posted, so I'm posting...
Chapter 15 Present day... "It looks like you were right," Fiodor said. The burly driver brought his team of draft horses to a halt, then signaled to the other wagon behind him. "How did you know? The sky was completely clear four hours ago, and I didn't see any signals from the towers." Sarette shrugged. The snowfall had been growing steadily heavier for...