Author's Notes: Here it is, the (hopefully) much anticipated next segment of our journey with Kat and Paul. If you haven't read the first two parts, please go do so. This will make very little sense by itself. Any references to real entities are for reference purpose only. I do not own any of those names. A big thanks to GaiusPetronius – he stepped up and...
"Dashing through the snow on this reindeer sleigh," I sing, off key, improvising the words in my excitement. Snuggled up beside my husband under soft furs as gentle white flakes flurry around, I feel as if all my Christmases have come at once. It's not every year you win the lottery. It's not very year you get to take your whole family to Lapland. Even bet...
I have always loved the story of Snow White. The red, the back, the white. The colors alone are captivating and mesmerizing which is why I suggested he be Prince Charming, which he is anyway, and I be his Snow White. I have, after all, very, very white skin and Milord looks fucking gorgeous in his Tux. The Castle, an exclusive Lifestyle Club, was hosting a t...
Dizzy swarms of sleet sliced his face in a thousand, icy stars, obscuring Davin's sight. Had he passed the cabin? Pulling his jacket tighter, he heard it -- a discordant clatter of glae-whipped patio chimes. Boots crushed a path toward chaotic tinkling. Droplets of ice clung to his hair and eye-brows. Under the thick layers, the toe of his Danner boots trip...
EDITOR: MIRIAM BELLE CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: MIRIAM BELLE & SIMPLY_CYN "TRACKS IN THE SNOW" *** It didn't just snow. The small city of Breystaff, along with the neighboring towns of Castleton Springs, Mt. Shasta and Weed, was blanketed with three feet of pure, virgin snow in a matter of eight hours. During the early morning hours of December 20th, Pacif...
When I was eight years old, I got hit by a van. It was Christmas Eve and I was sledding on a hill by myself. I went a little too fast and I slid out onto the road. Then Bam! All I remember is waking up in the hospital. My head felt like it was on fire, it hurt really bad. I couldn't help but cry. I overheard my parents talking to the doctors when they thoug...
Siberia Jonathan Stone and Melissa Dupree step off the plane carrying only a bag of clothes each. Grines decided the best way for them to enter the country was the proper way: using a passport. The only trouble with doing so is they have no weapons or supplies, but that isn't going to stop either of them. Stone was a CIA agent working many missions in Russi...
Winter was certainly his favorite season. The nights were longer and the frost coated everything in diamonds. Tristian looked up into the sky, watching the snow swirling through the street lights. He wished winter would get on with it. While it had snowed, as of yet there had been no storms. The sky was growing heavy and dark, the wind picking up. He smiled...
The thick snow fell slowly on a vanished world, obliterating the joint between earth and sky, erasing the sharp edges of the apartment buildings bordering the park, and obscuring the leafless trees and dark pines in a blur of falling white. There seemed to be nothing left but the stone bridge over the slow gray river like a bridge in the clouds linking blank...
It was a calm Saturday night, a peaceful atmosphere in our small home as I added more wood to the fireplace. It was our first holiday season together as husband and wife, and our credit cards certainly bore the evidence of that... as did the bags of holiday decorations and gifts still piled near the sofa. I glanced up to gaze upon my beautiful young wife....