It was the evening before Christmas Eve when he rushed through the city after work. As usual the city streets were crowded and people were hurrying along the snow covered sidewalks. All the shop windows were filled with shining lights and glittering Christmas decoration, and from the speakers the sound of the familiar carols almost managed to cover the loud...
Ever since she was a little girl she'd gone by the nickname of Snow. That wasn't her real name of course, her real name was Jessica. Jessica Whit. She'd been borne a blonde, but by the age of three, her blonde hair had literally turned bright white, and had remained so ever since. A rare genetic trait which she'd come to appreciate more and more the longer h...
This is my entry for the Winter Holiday Contest. Please feel free to read, vote, and/or comment. Thank you and Enjoy! * Brynn was sitting with her feet up on the couch. Her golden retriever sat at her feet, the cat lay on the back of the couch, and a mug of hot cocoa in her hand. She gazed out the window at the snow falling softly to the ground, covering i...
As usual Snow was late getting to the office. Even though he was my full partner at our law firm he never seemed to get to work before I did. I eyed him as he walked into our large office and set his briefcase on his desk that faced mine. He flashed me a broad smile. "Morning Harris." He said. "Morning Snow, nice of you to show up today." I grumbled as he f...
This is a completely true story without any exaggerations or embellishments. And I guess the only reason I am sharing it here is, today I drove along the interstate, right past the spot where this happened some years back. I have told it to a few friends and ex-lovers who always get a kick out of the story. And it does not have any information that could ide...
For Caitlin We all know the story of Snow White and the seven dwarves — evil stepmother, poisoned apple, handsome prince, happily ever after. But you probably don't know the story of the other Snow White, from a couple of kingdoms over. She looked the same — dark hair, pale skin, red lips. The two kings were cousins, and they didn't have much imagination, s...
The wind blew softly through the trees and Leslie knew she should just turn right around and go home but driving north to the site was an endless temptation. It had been three weeks since the last email about the ancient burial mound and then absolutely nothing. Well Leslie might be a research assistant but she wasn't stupid or lazy. Something wasn't right a...
Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistl...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - One night in London in 1966, a pretty 19-year-old typist named Louise finds out why there is always a warning to turn off your TV at night, and why you should never leave your television showing snow when she falls asleep on the couch. Will Louise learn her lesson the easy way or the hard way? I hope you enjoy my first attempt at...
The Next Day -- They awaken to a beautiful sunny day here at the Courchevel mountains and look forward to their day of skiing and playing in the snow. Laura has always loved snow. Making snow angels, snowball fights, sled riding as a child, snow brings back such fond memories for her of Russia. Fortunately, they are calling for more snow this evening, hopefu...